This is the part of town I could afford an apartment in.
It is unknown,
And it is America.
Life explodes down on me now.
That’s what it’s like.
Explosions,
You look at,
Go up,
And then we all know that
Cinematically when they come back down
We’ll all have a denouement and a cup of tea
But this explosion,
Life,
Continues to explode down,
I see faces like leather
Walking fast,
Clutching purses with what seem to be these fleeting smiles
And I don’t ask myself anything,
I just listen to the snow,
Even though the snow makes no sound,
Because everything else has already been done
And snowed on.