The city is dressed
usually
obtrusively
naked
pre-sexed or post-sexed
this morning I woke
and the city was dressed
hidden away
are the dinner remains
the city's cow paddies
arrant plastic bags and newspapers and grit
mixed and made into mud
masked is the smell of urine
the sirens and trolleys
are muted
the whole angry mean thing
insulated
trapped within itself
beneath a blanket
of snow
all forms of public transportation
are stalled
now its raining
in the breaking morning light
we are all waiting
for the trolley
and they keep driving
past.