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Like The Snow
As the snow is falling falling
Like a wild wind is blowing
Horses on the open prairie
Riding riding like the snow
As the snow is blowing blowing
Like a wild river flowing
Water rushing gushing through
Gushing rushing like the snow
As the snow is flowing flowing
Like a wild dancer twirling
Round and round the dancer goes
Spinning twirling like the snow
As the snow is spinning dancing
Like a wild snowing day
Children laughing, crashing, laughing
Crashing Laughing like the snow
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When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
fleeing the maw of an advancing whale.
At least they looked that way to me
(from the taxi window,)
and since I happened to be sitting
that fading Sunday afternoon
in the very center of the universe,
who was in a better position
to say what looked like what,
which thing resembled some other?
Yes, it was a run of white plankton
borne down the Avenue of the Americas
in the stream of the wind,
phosphorescent against the weighty buildings.
Which made the taxi itself,
yellow and slow-moving,
a kind of undersea creature,
I thought as I wiped the fog from the glass,
and me one of its protruding eyes,
an eye on a stem
swiveling this way and that
monitoring one side of its world,
observing tons of water
tons of people
colored signs and lights
and now a wildly blowing race of snow.