What Used To Be In New York City (Draft 1)

What Used To be In New York City

The winter is darkly sad here:
the roads are closed for snow,
the subway is not running.

I can not go to Broadway
because the Plays are suspended

and the Long Island Railroad
is hiding.

I remember there used to be a snowball,

the play used to go on
and there was flaky suspension.

They can’t even scrape the rails:
used to be that a scrape
and a scab was nothing.

Everyone sang in the snow
hitched a ride on paradise.

I miss the day when
I got lost in the snow
and somebody’s dog
licked my face.

— Douglas Gilbert

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