Just a few days into January
A New Year 
A New Beginning 
Everyone desperately hopes   
The city is half asleep
Even at noon
Despite the intermittent alarm tone
Of blaring car horns 
Just an old lazy house cat
Snuggled by the crackling fire   
Nose-in-tail
Seems completely unbothered 
By the rare walkers-by 
And the mild cold 
It has seen so much worse 
In its time
Streams and streams of people  
And bushels and bushels of snow
Now only a few 
Stray crystallized raindrops 
Dare venture from the sky 
Almost invisible to the eye    
What a shame that some 
Like souls
Don't even get to
Touch the ground
The glistening grey sidewalks
Wet not covered in ice
May seem bleak but make 
For the perfect foreground
Of a innocently romantic 
Acrylic painting 
Almost entirely black and white
In which only a bright red umbrella 
Covering the mutually in love couple
How incredibly lucky 
Breaks the chromatic monotony
In imperfect symmetry
Or perfect asymmetry
With its down to earth
Reflection 
An unnecessary left turn
In real life not the painting
Possibly in the reflection
What a Platonic idea 
Retracing steps from long ago
Young steps of hope in love
Reminiscing doesn't feel so painful now  
Or so frightfully dangerous 
On the contrary it seems to have
Turned into some pleasant 
Exotic food for thought
Ample fodder for the once starved
Gentle wild beast that is fantasy 
But look
The place is not to be found
Maybe it was transformed
As I faintly recall it was going to 
Or it simply was a wrong turn
Maybe too many years have passed
To recognize things just by blind touch  
Of the mind 
Who knows
I haven’t walked this street in ages
And a few ages before that

(2022)

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