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?
LAO TSU RETURNS FROM THE FRONTIER GATE FOR AN ENCORE The perfect stranger is like water. pure as the v...
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