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Raise your eyes
to the skies -
this winter storm
brings fewer words
than you realize:

for how can one
describe this sharp
hail, scratching skin;
or these soft flakes
making geometry
on gloves;
or the way the wind
sneaks in beneath the folds
of your jacket to caress
your neck?

You pack these words up
for others to build,
a figure still yet adrift
in the storm

#smallpoems (longer than usual)