One Night it Snowed
24 February 2005
The snow glows
police lights and radios
blare through open windows
around corners and in shadows
I was just sixteen
stupid brave and militant,
just saw Yodie home
from the picture show
standing in the glow
cops moving closer
The a--hole of the universe opening wide
ready to blow me out the other side
but as guns were drawn, the late night snow
fell like a giant ripped up pillow.
Time stopped, I looked up
A ghost in blue lowered his gun,
"He's not the one."
Is it true that all paths are possible
from any then to the future
and there's a me dead in the snow
as palpable as the me that you know?
© 2005, Satya J. Gabriel