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Snowfall in April, 2015

My mind is full of half-thoughts


in and out of the corners of my vision

like seeds that gave up

partway into germination.

In a quiet cafe,

on a crowded street

The weight of the falling snow

is putting me to sleep.

Back home, the seeds in my garden

That were awoken last week

and began to germinate

are giving up.

I so wonder about the day,


or 30

or 50

years from now

when I look back

and think how

Nothing ever was

as I thought

it would be.


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