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?
MEISTER ECKHART’S CHRISTMAS SERMON O Christians! What good Behooves you to kneel At mangers of wood To praise the unreal? ...
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