Shifting the time again

Sometimes this city just gets me - in that great way - walking the quarter block over the icy bridge West,
as the cold wind
whips by with the people;
and the snow is falling…..

And sometimes this city just gets at me - and aches all hollow -
when everyone is packing up
again
and shifting about in ways I just don't quite understand.

And it's time to go.

Cause I twitch
the same way. 

And seek to throw it all in a truck
again
and just drive.
Drive
across the heavy weight of this country, teaching
my new eyes what they learned once.
And then forgot.

So if you wake with me tomorrow I might just whisper
"I'm leaving" .

Guess we're figuring it's just killing time.