snow
people havent seen it in a while.
so.
they go about their business.
but they are being attacked by falling flakes of frozen water.
so.
they slip on their feet.
they have white layers of ice all over their coiffed hair.
cigarettes fall victim to a premature fizzle.
hands in pockets.
no phones held to the ear.
the mission is universally clear.
make it to the soup-monger,
or the fire-starter
and try to be graceful tomorrow.
