pinging the windshield. Specialized weather,
Eeyoric, Pig-Pen’s One-Man-Dust-Storm.
A snowstorm looks like a galaxy, wetter,
whiter, stars wiped clean before frost forms,
and the winter storm over you that peppers
only your car is a salt truck, transformed
by you and the snow and the night, together.
Love this poem as I have experienced many snow storms but never thought of galaxies...yup, I agree. Happy Wednesday Hannah!
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