Snowed In

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The storm came in overnight, painted a carnival in the sky:

flakes thick as popped corn, layered the ground like cotton candy.

The icicles line my gutters, give my house an underbite.

I watch cars swerve, roll the stop sign like a pair of dice.

The bubbles have been poured, I’ll save this date;

wrote it in permanent marker on tonight’s cork.

Sometimes it takes a night in your own snow globe

to notice the things you missed before.

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