the snow falls
and Babylon shows
its panic side
someone pushed
a button
everyone
scurries around
and worries
how much of a
problem
is it really
lightly
covering
signs and
stores
places where
trees once stood
reaching for
that winter dust
this Babylon turns
the white
into a brown
winter mess
laughing while
driving
twenty miles an
hour
and faces can
be seen
all in their
own metal box
everyone is so frustrated
still laughing while
driving
twenty miles an
hour
stuck for an
extra five
or ten minutes
but what is the
rush
the night is
still young
why is no one
else
laughing as
they drive
twenty miles an
hour…
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