SOMETIMES IT SNOWS UP
Between these panels,
dark steel and dirty glass,
sometimes it snows up.
Counter current wind drives
ethereal crystals against
tradition, and, so freed
it lights somewhere.
Concrete chasms transformed
in a moment,
once stark and foreboding,
now magical snow-balls
shaken and admired.
PAY YOUR DEBTS
There's a body in the
trunk of that white Volvo.
Abandoned on the corner,
third base for stickball,
goal for tag.
When Boris starts to stink
in his Ultra-safe tomb,
stickball moves around the corner.
Fully desiccated, he smells no more,
The car is towed.
Who stole third base?
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