It was a light snowfall, a heavy gray sky, no sun
the red bud leaves had never fallen. They hung preserved,
freeze-dried, bleached out pinkish peach, an ornament
The color of a powder puff. The omnipresent
heavy sky
Moon dusting of snow. Talcum powder
blowing across the road.
Sky blends with asphalt parking lot horizon
the world brought in closer the distance
out of sight, out of mind.
Big hats. Big coats.
A splattered pumpkin in the street as a last act of defiance
A memory of black ice on Cedar Canyon Road. Fishtailing inexplicably
and then back again. Clear, invisible ice, you don't believe it
Cotton candy cologne wafting out from the blue shaded room
drab things stand out against a white sky. The green, the fringe of the fir tree
so graceful
leafless branches form a lattice
elephants, candles
Bigger, fluffier flakes are now swirling, dropping tongue-ward
muffled quiet
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