Filthy White

Potholes were and unwelcome surprise
The mind draws a city with well-groomed streets
Ruts to the brim with ice and slush,
or both
Sparkling, brown: a reflection

The dirtied snow still gleams
Seems so stupid to lie,
pretend the snow is pure
The steeple's steps are crowded;
used for beds and deals.

The question has become:
who's the gleaming white and who's the muddy mess?