the reason it snowed yesterday

somewhere
secretly
a part of me
aches for that moment
when the earth goes silent
and the crisp clean smell
of flakes
 f
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   o
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   t
  i
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down
all around you
fills the air.

night falls,
white falls,
if you don't take care
it will land in your boots or down your back.
if you don't take care
it will land and you won't treasure it.

winter, bitter and alone,
can't help but wrap its beauty in the cold.

an old poem salvaged, as it were.

a tree grows on the corner

of the avenue where we first kissed

& the street where we first loved,

in that city who is a person.

it grows and grows, 

unnoticed by

the passers-by

moving to hide 

from passing-on

(they don't notice each other either),

it feels choked by the sidewalk.

it decides to break through.

it's not about being noticed,

it's about being happy in it's own way.

and so the cement,

readytocrackfrombeingaboveabreathingisland,

bursts at it's beckon.

the tree grows and grows

and the roots grow though.

now when we walk by

will we trip