Snowy Night

Snowy Night

I step outside on a white night
And take a flip-flop walk
where I shoveled the talk
to the side in piles
letting the crisp air race
down the slope of my face
and pierce my lips
with a footing that slips
from conversations I haven’t had yet,
repeating words you’ll never get.

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