no people no elves
no reindeer only
evergreen-topped hills
nestled lakes,
a whole quiet world
with a thick crisp of frost
An ordinary morning in
our snow globe world
waiting for what happens
(in other words)
yet to be shaken
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 