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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