When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, <br />the distinguishable flakes <br />blowing sideways, <br />looked like krill <br />fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. <br /> <br />At least they looked that way to me <br />from the taxi window, <br />and since I happened to be sitting <br />that fading Sunday afternoon <br />in the very center of the universe, <br />who was in a better position <br />to say what looked like what, <br />which thing resembled some other? <br /> <br />Yes, it was a run of white plankton <br />borne down the Avenue of the Americas <br />in the stream of the wind, <br />phosphorescent against the weighty buildings. <br /> <br />Which made the taxi itself, <br />yellow and slow-moving, <br />a kind of undersea creature, <br />I thought as I wiped the fog from the glass, <br /> <br />and me one of its protruding eyes, <br />an eye on a stem <br />swiveling this way and that <br />monitoring one side of its world, <br />observing tons of water <br />tons of people <br />colored signs and lights <br />and now a wildly blowing race of snow.<br /><br />Billy Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neither-snow/
