I remember

one year in East Boston

the first flurry came

on October 8th.

Flimsy thing

against the triple-deckers

and asphalt.

Queen Anne's lace

tossed into the path

of an eighteen-wheeler.

Thin coins of silver

flung by Judas

to the floor of the temple.

Sparks of ice

drifting through the smoke

of the city's forge.