BUSYBODY
The snow is falling like nobody’s business—
So why am I writing about it?
It pirouettes beyond control,
Insistently whispering against my window pane:
Why don’t you just leave well enough alone?
Why can’t you just let snow be snow?
SWEPT AWAY Porch floor by window Dusting of snow Paw prints that linger The broom says no Arachnid filaments White c...
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