Wet and Heavy

the white that fell today was wet, and

heavy, and it bent

down the branches on the pines

and obscured

the green, so the tips

touched down and blended, innit.

the bald man said he was feeling a

“massive kiss-tick” which must be an awful thing.

it made him use the yellow “shove

all” instead of the loud machine

to heft and throw and

move the white. and

he became wet and heavy, too.

the burned breath, and

each humid curse at the snow plow

that moved the white back onto the


after him.

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