cover to clear and back
standing on the corner, the sun crests over the mountains and suddenly the streets, finally free of snow's steps courtesy of the long winds and high suns of the days till now, but then, you wake and find that every little street is bursting with new snow, sparkling and crunching it's way into your heart and like anything else, you can watch and think how crude it is that it clears just to cover again and how hard life is because of these things, but really it's just what is: there is no more to it. streets clear to fill, skies cover to clear and we keep rolling that rock up the hill and how fine it is that there are such strange goings-on at every corner but, really, what do you see?
2008-01-25 | 10:06 a.m.
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