I Remember ©2020 E.R Smith

Home I remember snowed in Bronx streets,  feets over my head

Making angels so deep, they stayed frozen fossils, til spring

Played on the roof, me and lil brother

Making snowmen like in texts books, perfect

Icicles decorating the ledge, shiny warnings

Breathing deep cold air, shocked lungs barking laughter still

We could stand it, dared each other to stand it longer

Until fingers and toes feel alien, disconnected

Watching for the creaky roof’s door, mostly on hinge

Built one Snow Dude there,  his body against the frame

Making sure we’re never at risk of being locked into our Winter Land

Inner city beings, finding magic pristine, high over dirty streets