ode to the taxicab : which urges grime into snow, snow into street, street into river, winding grayly through the clusters of us sleepers and weepers of tears of grime. : which knows the sound of the last bridge aching from nowhere over nothing to elsewhere (where else?) carrying only its own desolation. : which candles night’s feast of onyx and jet, wet flame coursing through air along asphalt, and beckons, beacons the famished with our burdens of light.