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The snow patches itself
from the highway to downtown
atmosphere of trees lining the streets,
wearing sweaters of multicolored remembrance,
unnecessary protection from verdant days.

Spring plants gaze from windowsills
beckoning renewal
from the vaulted annals
of wet sidewalks.

Bacon cheeseburger on grilled rye,
a sandwich worthy of a hardwood café
with an elevator
and a spiral staircase,
rebirthed from the ghosts
of a bank and jewelry store.

The vault remains open
free for the introspection
of flowing patron treasures
seeking respite from the baubles
of the modern.