Monday, March 31, 2014

Sad Snow

I catch the first flurry
with my window gaze
past the table of girls
who bought their own coffee
past the single man counting
his tip,
the first snow flake
birthplace of winter storm
winter storm respite from
chained existence, from nothingness,
I think about the walk home
in snowglobed virginia
stomach full, warm, free,
the cooks bell rings,
next order up, I wonder if it's me--
I'm sorry I left you for this,
to eat alone, you'd already cooked
my eggs so lovingly--I'm always letting
someone down,
unlike the snow
unlike this snow,
it's never saddened.

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