Every cell like a highway
Connecting the places in his mind
the memories dark and bright
The sound of the street and the trains in the distance
The sounds of the city and st. clair avenue
The howling wind and snow.
The light soothing breeze coming through the crack in the windowpane
All the things that used to put him to sleep like a soothing urban lullaby
the city in the distance lit up like a star filled sky because the lights of the city block out the stars themselves
the violet/orange sky
the cold crisp air that carries the sounds of the neighbors neverending fight past the huge piles of snow
through the maze of falling snowflakes to his window as the icy snow covered streets are being cleaned by a plow truck
too cold for the honest hearted so the devil comes out to play lying ,dealing,killing,stealing
the leafles trees making wierd waving shadows as they moan and groan in the wind
in the window the poinsettia still left over from Christmas like a forgotten messenger of joy
in the factories in restaurants and from all over people changing shifts and leaving work to get to their families at home
in the winter
in the city
in the night.