Storm of the Century
       

It seems it may be over,
but I found a new way
to the hospital, all while
the day blew around, big
flakes looking gray
against a sky hung
dirty white. A girl
was walking the most
beautiful dog. The universe
opens up and I do not
fail when it snows. I also found
a shed. It was perfect, its blue doors
dying and so dark I could stand
and see snow coming down,
a movie. Something else beautiful:
I remembered, the town I'm from,
people there went about their day
and work as if they thought
no one was watching.

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