Memoirous

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.