Sirens rend the night
dark windows splashed in red light
some stranger’s problems

Flash from my window
rumble through the whirling white
that was Thundersnow!

the hawk lands heavy
before taking off again
empty oak branch thrums

Snow falls in Bushwick
M-train rattles overhead
sparks and snowflakes mix

another late night
moon muddled through windowpane
I should be asleep

My glass is half full.
I don't remember drinking.
This is not my glass.

(Poem by Doug Roussin)

I saw the future
my friends were busy texting
I was left speechless