Before my birthday
I walked from Washington
Park to Price -
Frozen apple orchards
Twenty miles south,
Tree limbs swathed
In snow.
Two years in,
My cheeks lit
Like carnival lights.
“Dear city,” I thought,
“you’ve frozen
the letters
of my name like
black ice,”
“Dear city,
you’re letting
me belong”
Five miles or more,
Plying open frozen quiet
I sang this hymn to
The city,
Holding my chin against it, humming.
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