Snow - Jerry

 

 
Frozen roofs, hang halfway off, my old classroom sits a ways down below. A small snow world, the unplowed ground is like foam. Beads fall into sight, from snowflake into water. One hits my hand, then flys off like its struck again. Blank space and gray sky, tiny drops of snow, free falling. My hands need lotion, but its not too cold yet.


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