The momentary snow.
It clings to the naked trees
Turning, spinning, laughing,
He grows with the cold,
His body folds, frowning.
Under the weight of the sky sea,
I catch a star on the lash of my eye,
But when the sun breaks from a cloud,
The snow sinks into the ground.
The people continue on their way.
With nowhere, really, to go.
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