Flurry
Mom would call it
"dandruff snow":
the indolent gentle drift
of a few stray flakes,
making slo-mo arabesques,
lazily antic, swirling
and twirling, this way,
that way, downward
and (hoisted
by a sudden gust)
upward.
Poetry by Thomas D

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Written on 2021-01-06 at 03:33




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