Thursday, December 30, 2010

12/30/10: Upon Waking to a Phone Call From My Mother, and Looking Outside

Snow no longer covers our walk way.
What's left on the ground is now mostly gray.
The trees once again bare their black branches,
The streets, their bald black asphalt.
Three people died in the storm.
Things come and things go
just as they do;
It is not fate,
It simply is.

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