Warm snow
the snow outside is warm
maybe it's from all the cigarettes
thrown away after the first shifts
or all the coffee drops fallen from
the cups of hurrying colleagues
maybe the cellophane of all packages
on it contain some of yesterday's sun
we see it less and less thanks to all
the smoke curtains hinged to our view
and the snow will keep melting until
the last of us become cold
maybe it's from all the cigarettes
thrown away after the first shifts
or all the coffee drops fallen from
the cups of hurrying colleagues
maybe the cellophane of all packages
on it contain some of yesterday's sun
we see it less and less thanks to all
the smoke curtains hinged to our view
and the snow will keep melting until
the last of us become cold