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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