One snowy Christmas Eve in 1972 while walking home from a poetry reading in Cambridge, Massachusetts during a winter storm that stopped all traffic; there on the street, I realized poetry was all around me. In the silence of the snow, in the shop lights reflected on the parked cars blanketed in white; in the empty night-traffic lights turning green and red but without cars and drivers to notice them; then yellow and green again without the passing...
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