in the first few hours, before the metal scrapes back to the black top,
before the edges turn brown and the puddles of yellow.
before everyone returns to work.
while its still falling and there is still sledging
the cross-country skier on 5th
the snowboarder on Williamsburg bridge
the sunken snow-angels
the population explosion in central park, stones for eyes and a found hat
the softest light
and sweetest silence
the sweetest light
the softest silence
a New New York