after City in White, artist Osnat Tzadok
The concrete emanates an almost-
innocence in the snow. Though rapidly
graying from exhaust, it glistens with promise
of rejuvenation, a new beginning with every
clinging flake. This slick coat is not considered
fashionable, quickly shoveled, loaded into trucks,
taken to anonymous gravesites
somewhere on the other side of the skyscrapers.
I imagine the melting piles, looking back
at their fallen home. Do they miss the metal
shadows, mourn the misunderstanding of cold?