November 2, 1973 (I was 28)
I was in a snowstorm in Duluth
may sound like the lead
line of a joke
to some but to me it was
beautiful
It was night
and every white star sped
to the ground
or hit and clung to the
brownstone church
as we in our wet shoes
skidded down the steep
streets
where no car could go
all the way down
past the heavy trees and
god’s church
all the way down to
Superior Street
and we threw snow at each
other
some time ago
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