The snow is the least of your worries.
Fill your pockets with pebbles and see if that helps.
Do you recognize any of these facades,
some new, some rehabbed?
Where are you, anyway?
There are too many people here
talking at the same time.
Are they getting it down accurately?
Do you think you should ask?
Have you ever asked?
You'll never know, you know.
These last two weeks have been trying
to get into the picture,
pushing and shoving, trying
to insinuate themselves onto your to-do list.
When did sharing go out-of-sync?
Continue to review the dailies
and build digital snowwomen until spring erupts
with warm breezes and open windows.
What else is there to do?
Why do your footsteps betray indecisiveness?
Did you think he/she still cared?
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| Anja Niemi |