i’ve never seen snow fall
but
i imagine
it doesn’t descend gracefully
o i a s
r n t
r
a
i
g
h
t
line.
the wind would not allow it.
the wind coaxes screams urges
the flakes to take the sky less taken by;
assigning each a role that leads them
to a happy an unhappy an ending.
so, then, even when
the sun shines out again,
the wind will not weep over
the lost souls on the drying wet ground
it need only sigh
and sigh
and sigh
