this isn't the first snow - it isn't
the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing
hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,
which, eventually, it did
melting the frosty road beneath it
and later we would see the rest of the world followed suit -
but it is the second,
it is the one we will spend at the dojo together, sharing
each other's boots and shivering as we let the kids in,
the door slippery beneath our fingers as we marvel
at the thick white flakes
happily covering the whole wide world.
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