Snowflakes fall silently
on the shining masks of
luxurious limos and beat up cabs
like tired ballerinas fall
on the wooden floors
of Manhattan studios
when their diet pills don’t work anymore.
She examines the texture of a snowflake,
its symmetry and exceptionality;
a wonder of nature born in front of her
that most people would describe
as “lovely” or “cute.”
But she knows better.
She has that certainty
that comes with age and painful experience
that this tiny miracle
can be cruel and brutal
with its enormous strength
and power of destruction.
And she can’t help but freeze and cry
over her brand new shoes
that could be ruined so easily by the New York snow.