Not enough heat

Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rain

on Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.

it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snow

was magical only for an hour. businesses might

have closed. now it's melting in a cold rain.

is the city depressing me? i ride the subway

and the people no longer seem beautiful. the noise

is just noise, no longer the power of God. i sit

slumped, still at ease, but no longer playing

with the eyes of other passengers. glance at the ads

and then go to sleep with my eyes open.

it is winter, and it should have its effect. the

difficult, dangerous season when weak creatures die

and the strong barely survive. why expect

much heat to mitigate it and the happiness of Spring? 

accept cold and discomfort and the bad sound made.

it is a poor city, the seasons touch us. there is

not enough heat. snow. cold. and now rain.