Thursday, June 23, 2022

Smattering of Snow



Most people sleep

through this offering, wake only

to patchwork.

It won’t last,

you know. Morning erases

any trace.

Daybreak pulls away

darkness, then sweeps off

whatever is left.

It doesn’t

amount to much,

like a promise.

If snow kept falling,

it could become a glacier,

scrape the landscape

smooth and clean.

It worries

drivers who take it as a sign.

They missed

all the ones that came before,

all their forgotten

loved ones

in graves they never visit.



-David B. Prather







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