Manhattan Snow
February 14, 2007
I really thought that things would slow down
When it snowed in the city in Manhattan,
But I was wrong.
The traffic on Third Avenue
Moves briskly in the slush.
There is no slow lane on Third Avenue
When it snows in the city.
Everybody has to keep up
Or be passed by.
An army of shovelers materializes out of nowhere
And descends onto the sidewalks.
Doormen, supers, and clerks
Don hats and gloves.
They snap curved shovel plows into action
As if they are robots programmed
To clear away the foreign substance
That had fallen out of the sky
So that the walkers could scurry fast,
Going here and there in the urban snow.
I really thought that things would slow down
When it snowed in the city in Manhattan,
But I was wrong.
The traffic on Third Avenue
Moves briskly in the slush.
There is no slow lane on Third Avenue
When it snows in the city.
Everybody has to keep up
Or be passed by.
An army of shovelers materializes out of nowhere
And descends onto the sidewalks.
Doormen, supers, and clerks
Don hats and gloves.
They snap curved shovel plows into action
As if they are robots programmed
To clear away the foreign substance
That had fallen out of the sky
So that the walkers could scurry fast,
Going here and there in the urban snow.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
by Michael Domino
