Snow Falls by Aaron BlairThe snow falls.
The cars on the street
are not moving in time,
seem to be part of some other space.
Not outer but inner.
Foreign bodies moving along
a sluggish express way of blood,
so red that it's brown, but not blue.
Not sad. Just winter, matter of fact
and assured of itself. It's not a freeze,
not a warp, just a solidifying.
A thickening in the air.
The snowflakes melt when they touch me.
I'm warm, still fluid. I'm alive. 03/13/2005 Posted on 03/13/2005 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
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