Not poetry exactly, but definitely urban.
New Yorkers are notorious for always wearing black, but this week we're accessorizing with ice-blue lips and fingers.
It's winter; it happens almost every year around this time.
Yeah, it's really, really cold, and Monday the temperature plunged fifty degrees in a matter of a few hours, but when did we start naming every single weather phenomenon? Last week it was Winter Storm Ion, and now we've been sucked into something called the Arctic Vortex. This weekend the temperatures will be climbing back into the fifties; I'm planning to call it Temporary Thaw Theodore.
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