Yesterday, I got paid to watch snow fall
elegant from the second floor window
stark white view against Lake Park Avenue
tumbling like angels at oblique angles
entering our atmosphere fearlessly
restless for a party, people arrived
despite the storm, after midnight, vampires
aspiring to suck blood from lovely necks
yes, show me Dee Money of the old world
I rest in unihemispheric sleep
granted the gift by guardian angels
orders of seraphim dolphins burning
the heavens with holy, holy, holy
passively, I stood and observed the crowd
arguments against the Biafran pound
inflated after years of bloody war
despite five decades, we dance to the drum
tap, tap, tapping the rhythm of the beat
only our children starved from the blockade
winter waltzes into wonderland down
a rabbit hole, windy Chicago bites
terrible, somethin' terrible, the wind
chews right through my shoes to my broken crown
honestly, I don't know how I got here
sugar on a stick of cane tastes like snow
nothing is quite like it, the first snowfall
oblique angles tumble down from the sky
work comes to a standstill in wintertime
forge a hearthfire for the window is cold
as the restaurant is closed, no one works
literally, downstairs, our co-workers
likely lost in the wind, a harsh snowdrift
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