A poem I just came up with: The play and swirl of snow flakes
Drifting through the orange canopy of street lights.
The cheerful bliss in the panicked startle,
The quick arc of her smile
As her heel catches an ice slick
And shifts a few inches askew.
We turn our faces to the drift,
Smile
And sing. BTW, Seattle can’t handle this snow and I’m totally effed at work. Might not be leaving tonight. Good thing I stocked up my desk with enough canned soup and Mountain Dew to last me a few weeks.
Drifting through the orange canopy of street lights.
The cheerful bliss in the panicked startle,
The quick arc of her smile
As her heel catches an ice slick
And shifts a few inches askew.
We turn our faces to the drift,
Smile
And sing. BTW, Seattle can’t handle this snow and I’m totally effed at work. Might not be leaving tonight. Good thing I stocked up my desk with enough canned soup and Mountain Dew to last me a few weeks.
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