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
Wonderful!
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