A man working in a window .(Thoughts after smoking poor weed.)

its is hard for me to ignore the cold this evening.
the plows have made three passes
still no one moves
still the snow falls.
snow banks

its is hard for me to ignore the cold this evening.
the drafts in my old house
my bedroom door shut tightly
my bedroom window open slightly to vent the smoke of cigarettes.
over flowing ash tray

and i look out of my window and see a man
working inside his home across the alley
at his desk.

note to self:
empty ashtray