Icicle

Nothing good could happen-
Revealing one-sided grudges
the hall clock neglected into Mountain Time
fell its tones on the first silent
snowfalls - an exploratory mission
- falling from above the third story window
but passed by Sandy
with no serious repricussions for either
and no marathon
and on a cross-town bus low-brimmed
friends became strangers eyes
on the texture of the floor
and the bus skidded on the sludge
rowed
colorless-uniformed toughs
shivering as a badge of pride
Charley wrote her name in the first
snowfall in cuneiform script
and the moon fell
on the immigrant storefront and its spiderwebbed glass.