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City
I. Against a breathless sky,
Not doing as nicely here,
It snows.
II. The branches of a hydro tower,
Leafless,
Lie stark naked on the dirty sheets.
A red light flashes.
III. There,
The snow flowered.
IV. In the mirror
The wind changes a cloud.
V. Snow pretending snow.
The streetlight is the sun.
A black road reflects what water should.
Here the winter is cleared away,
If it does not die first.
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