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a poem by Nicole Taylor

Thick Snow.
Or Climbing, Waking and Walking

Bright sun.
Clear day.

Heavy boots.
Thick snow.

I climb the
mountainous snow.

I awake abruptly.
Later I dress.

in boots and climb
the hill to the bus stop.

Cool morning.
Dark clouds.

Lined boots.
Paved roads.

The planned meeting
time is not abrupt
and quick.

At the meeting,
the next paper
paves for

the next meeting.


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