In Manhatan, I learned a public kindness
was a triumph
over the push of money, the constrictions
of fear. If it occured it came
from some deep
primal memory, almost entirely lost–
Here, let me help you, then you me,
otherwise we’ll die.
Which is why I love the weather
in Minnesota, every winter kindness
to obvious self-interest,
thus so many kindnesses
when you need them;
praise blizzards, praise the cold.