Snowy Night
Snow falls
all around.
Snowflakes—both
fat and thin—
Their intricately chiseled pattern evident;
Fall lazily
to the ground,
Miming a teenager on a Saturday
morn.
Snowflakes
gather on the backs of their kin;
Hardly disturbed.
Four tires
cut distastefully through the snow,
But the white coat remains smoothly
flat.
A laser’s red
beam would shine unobstructed across its settled surface,
Too perfectly to be random.
Bright snow
contrasts starkly with the sky above,
A blackness seemingly dimensionless.
Hundreds of
miles may exist ahead,
Or the thread-thin veil may rest
just outside of reach.
Streetlights
outshine all else floating in the darkness;
Perception errs.
Concentric
circles of white move around each light post.
The presence of the orange lights
cause the snow paths to bend away.
Unhurried
and steady the pattern flows,
Mesmerizing to the gleaming eye.
Lights
illuminate the sole tree,
Barren branches curved in unison
towards the darkness above.
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