Fat Wet…
Fat wet
snow
flakes fall
softly lost
on ground
unfrozen.
Gray skies,
bare trees
black with water,
smoky breath,
stinging ears,
summer a thought
lost in a shiver.
Keep walking
More from the ditch
Poetry
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