And we awake like children to tiny snow sprinkled
on shed and car roofs, thinking, Will it last,
will it last. The roads already damply black.
Nevermindfulnesss
Contemplating truth and time, the face in the hairdresser’s mirror for twenty minutes or more, seeing while attempting not to.
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