the snow lasts in the margins of architecture
the shade of buildings
the lee side of an abandoned vehicle
tops of train trestles & bridgework.
the snow wonders if it will be saved
by re-enforcements
or if it will sublimate
into the dry nothingness of cold winter air.
the sun insists its way through the clouds.
i will warm your atmosphere
for surely is it cold.
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