roused
raze
i
woke
to
what
piteous scraps we'd
been
given
of
a
promised
winter
storm
.
i
heard
a
cluster
of
clouds
weeping
on
a
fleet
of
roses
no
eye
could
see
.
saw
the
sun
battered
into
something
dull
and
indecisive
.
there
was
a
stunning lack
of
snow
,
with
most
of
what
i'd
been
taking
for
granted
made
scarce
after
a
light
rain
spent
the
night
chewing
up
all
those
clustered
crystals
and
shitting
them
out
kinder versions
of
themselves.
now
new
snow
falls
,
slanting
to
the
west,
or
what
looks
like
west
from
where
i
stand
,
and
i
wait
for
pellets
of
ice
to
tunnel
into
me
and
weigh
me
down
so
i'll
know
what
running
really
is
.
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