If brown crusty snow was lush tropical foliage,
or if streetlight poles were in fact coconut palms,
if slushy patches of sidewalk were quicksand,
or if that little dog that lady is walking
were a wild boar or a big cat of some sort,
if the corner of Avenue D and First was either
more lush or more complicated or both,
it would be a jungle out there.
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