Leaden rooftops. Clothes on a sagging line,
stiff with cold.
The flabby arms of a woman with short
shaking breadcrumbs off a tablecloth.
A shriveled man in a tank top dropping a
of garbage onto the snow at his front
A pair of eyes watering in the crisp cold
withdrawing from an open window.
Zhivago’s train crawling through a wintery