Hey you! look at the snow fall in
Mississippi
The sky’s one low gray cloud and I’m
not
At all like a cloud though I love
air and
A swell panorama of feeling the last
light
Working itself into a tantrum of
flurries
The magnolia’s a bit shaken but
thoughtful too
Evening breathes heavily on our
account
I hear wind work over your hair but
where
Are you our spirits hold hands all
the time and
We don’t even know it say have you managed
To escape the tears you shed for
animal videos
Have you considered what happens when
snow
Wanders the unalterable pathways of
the heart
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