My Hometown, a Small Town (Life in a Northern Town)

For just a moment
it was quiet.
No sound,
no sight…
just for an instant
constant white
with the streets bare of people
and all machines somewhere off-site.

There were no arguments to be heard
not one human to say one word.
There was simple blinding absence
of all but snow
so no faces to fight nor places to go.
Nothing to do but just lay low.

It was but an instant, though
in which the weather left all dumb.
It couldn’t be long
before a noise would sharply come.

Soon, my village would return
to its normal state
of angry screams and hard pumped breaks
and the curse of null across our land
would no longer be allowed to stand.

For a minute it seemed no creature walked or fought or loved or ached
and then arrived the snow plows’ quake
and soon the land was raked
and we were free
to live our lives
with our typical impunity.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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