snow mound (pocket mirror)
we went wailing and gnashing our teeth out
of our beds when the call failed to
come in, stumbled onto buses, and let ourselves
be dragged to that place we most hated.
that afternoon, mounting the snow mound with you,
i saw the rest of everything as a
cloud in the distance, coming closer but not
yet near enough to be real, waiting patiently.
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