The Windy Corner

February rooftops on a Friday afternoon

Covered in snow and all-types of white

I sit and contemplate, looking out my office window

Watching wisps of smoke from the stacks

Bend and blow in the wind, the wind that

Shakes and rattles the panes, trying to get inside.

Christ Died for Our Sins. While beneath

Folks clutch their coat collar to their throat,

Traversing Sheridan and Wilson,

Fighting to get home.

Memoirous