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Snow

February

By Maggie NealPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Where do I begin, and where do I end?

I drift along

Like this snow

Outside my window

With no particular place

To land.

To settle.

Recklessly

Without concern

for the Damage

I may cause

I pile up on you

Make your knees buckle

Your roofs cave in

And I come crashing through

I will suffocate

All of the color you long for

You will slip upon me

Come.

Crashing.

Down.

You will forget about it

Until you bump

That yellowing bruise

on your thigh

Against the end- table

A slight reminder

That I hurt you

Without really meaning to

I drift along

Like this snow

Outside my window.

One day — I am all you see

the next day —

I have melted all away.

While that bruise you carry

still yellows— still hurts.

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