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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