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Snow falls:

years of anger following

hours that float idly down --

the blizzard

drifts its weight

deeper and deeper for three days

or sixty years, eh? Then

the sun! a clutter of

yellow and blue flakes --

Hairy looking trees stand out

in long alleys

over a wild solitude.

The man turns and there --

his solitary track stretched out

upon the world.

