Observation
The sun is
shining
The snow is
already melting in the light
It is warm this
December morning
Everything
is blurry outside my window
My eyes are
still adjusting to the surgery I had
I can hear
the spray from the tires of the cars passing by
Dirty-gray
slush and salt covering the street
There is ice
on the road and it is slippery
There is not
a cloud in the sky
Only jets
leaving contrails
And black-birds
in flight
