snow has been falling incessantly for days,
and the people of my city
have been grunting and snorting
as they shovel on through
expressing their disapproval of glittering roads,
their wanderlust for the beaches of paradise.

perhaps you should forgive my simple mind,
inured by the cold and made dumb,
perhaps i should seek pity
for wanting to be nowhere else
but in this stained suede chair,
in this coffee shop, in this city i was born in.