assumptions on snow
snow is a bed is a meal is a pile
of sweet clean laundry i don't
have to fold it's a roll
an embrace and a reason for things
it's not the sea
snow is straightforward complexity
an escape and monotony
it's paint for the trees
and turpentine for the leaves
snow hates cats and cactus
it loves oysters but never met one
it's a network of idolators
and a zealot's release.
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