i solemnly swear

the other day i
sat on the sidewalk with my boots in the gutter
and snowflakes in my eyelashes.

when i looked to the grey sky of Boston,
the snow seemed to fall upwards, all was tilted,
i shivered there on the street.

now my favorite jeans are a little dirty on the butt,
my boots are a little drier and i have a happy heart.

will you come with me?
the sandy streets are ready for us.