The February ‘06 blizzard, record-
breaking inches. I quit counting cars
stuck in the street: New York should import
Minnesota drivers for heavy storms.
Mother to child poking around in snowpile:
“Ava, if there’s a bird in there, it’s dead.”
Walkers out in force, but lots slipped and fell
(me, too). An invasion of Central Park by sleds.
Snow blown down facades: Manhattan avalanche.
Dogs find few spots to leave their calling cards.
Slogged to Lincoln Center just to catch
it stormbound--all that nature, all that art.
Overheard exchange: “I love this weather.” “Are you
being sarcastic?” “No, I really do.”
Friday, December 21, 2007
Philip Dacey has just released his ninth collection, The New York Postcard Sonnets: A Midwesterner Moves to Manhattan (Rain Mountain Press, 2007). Check him out at www.philipdacey.com.
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New York Postcard Sonnet No. 25