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would be simpler
to embrace if only
I knew it was coming
which defies the very
of Unexpected. Some
days cannot be shoved
in the direction you
planned no matter
Instead I was home
to see how light plays across weekday walls
watch through a Thursday window how
squirrel’s mad treetop dash triggered
tumbling snow from every branch
flurious miniature blizzard now a
crow tries floured snow rises in a cloud
around him and I was here to see.

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