Musings as I wander around Queens, New York in 2021 and 2024, 2025.
The storm came and went over a week ago
All traces have disappeared
Except for this small vestige of snow and ice
Which refuses to get the message
It now fancies itself a sculpture:
Remembrance of Things Past
Eggs lie shattered on a sidewalk
On 108th Street
Only an obstacle for pedestrians
To walk around
Seen on the floor of a gallery
An artistic statement?