I kick an old flyer onto the road. The wind blows it right back. Debris has conquered the streets -trash unleashed from ice like artifacts- as across the lawns the mounds of snow have melted down to last November.
A great winter has swept blue through the city. Stark frowns in cold sunlight. Every lawn a pyramid of old snow. Warped roads filled with holes have warped minds. Time hangs lifelessly across the perimeters of the night days. Soon melted deposits into the high river will run right across your lives. The air is […]