Snow began to fall at ten in the evening
fine cold adamantine snow.
On Atlantic I drove slowly, the streets being slippery,
looking for a lady
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There is much to be said for human connection no matter how temporary it always provides that warmth on a cold lonely night the passing moment which just for an instant is perfect and true. A sweet, tender, and loving poem.
Beauty comes in the fragile night when tenderness is accidentally found.
A wonderful balance of love (and life) and death. The heat of passion and the cold of snowflakes. Excellent poem. Julia
Hitting some high notes on the wailing saxaphone of after midnight blues- notes drifting fading into snowflakes nice job of juggling your great romantic heart with the gritty riding the subway of hard love railway
the most interesting line in the poem for me? - 'so tender, almost true.'