Star of Wonder

fighting a strong gust of wind along madison avenue and peering through the frost on my glasses i see a glowing orb hovering over fifty-seventh street wander toward it alone the cold seeping in under the hem of my peacoat taxis careening wildly into the night

a star a star shining in the night it brings no wisdom and only the coldest light it leads me to no inn i can afford and i know better than to seek a manger in central park

on closer inspection the star is a great lighted crystal snowflake suspended on cables

how many tons i wonder turning my collar up against the screaming howling cold how many tons