winter's night downtown,
snow dreaming it's way down,
shimmering in the streetlights.
all the world's asleep.
the shops have shuttered their faces,
the buses are in the barn,
taxis idle at the train station.
you know something is real
only because you know what isn't -
but who's to say snow doesn't dream -
or this silent night is real?
winter's night downtown,
snow dreaming its way down,
the whole world aglow
with silence,
impossibility,
and everything that might yet be.
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