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Let’s frost the windshields

And go parking in the lot

Until it all melts

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A snowfall in Spring

Melts and wets the roads the same

As if it were rain

Mornings, the chill bites

Tingles the spine, numbs fingers

Today, I’ll bite back

Drifting floatlessly

As a grounded cloud might do

One day at a time

A gray sky beams down

Sparkles, shimmers prettily

Lightly wets my face

Enamel pillars
Separated by a gap
A smile all the same

Her name was Willow
She was beautiful to me
Now, they call her Stump

This chest’s been empty

A cage only for frigid air

Then you messaged me

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven… why does seven

Get two syllables?

That sharp, quick intake

A sucking hush of gasped air

Just before the words