Thursday, October 24, 2024

 

     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?

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