A Storm in December and Falling in Love.
I forgot what lighting was.
The thunder was worse.
What was that-I thought-
the world had ripped itself apart.
A sad attempt at poetry,
failed melodrama.
But I thought it. Then remembered
What it was.
Should of been
snowing.
I thought the other, would feel
like explosions. Like crackle and fizz.
It doesn't. It feels like
old shoes I'll never throw away.
Perfect pair perfectly paired with my pathetically
unspectacular, gnarled feet.
The return
of snow
brought no surprises.
kmc
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