03.17.2004 11:30 pm
i should stop trying to write poetry

snow on the road like

tumbling diamonds

and snow in the air like

a zephyr incarnate

all the things about the wind that moves that

we don't see

save how

when pieces caught in it

like you and i

juggernaut gems in a storm

melt by morning

the reliably happy moments of my life are when I'm driving in my car and something is happening outside. The sun is shining, the snow or rain or hail is falling, the sun is rising or setting. Not in stasis, though. Not "partly cloudy with pre-fallen snow."

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