a series of haiku I wrote on February 25-26.
a calm, gentle arc
drifting on a snowy street
I make my way home
snow falls no longer
compressed, it is soft, smooth
and shows me passage
they don't salt the roads
and all the better, I say.
May I have this dance?
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