it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
my name is alice, and yes, i screamed when i fell.
i mean it's not calm but the first five minutes
of chorus when everyone is cascading in
through the too-small doorway are my favorite & we,
always the first to sit down,
cluster & converse about
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