Cinquain Snow
Sober snowfall
pillow-white sky
mesmerizing array
Wilson Bentley buffet
flake to individual flake
uniqueness united in drifts
Which is the illusion ~
unique or unity?
Were I to gaze
from a distance
into the glass snow globe
that is my earth today
we snowflakes would swirl and free fall
landing on a communal mound
then melt into puddles
to evaporate in
order to start
over again
or we
millions
would soon collect
like abominable
insentient beings
hanging out along Nordic tracks
a cheering crowd of spectators
in this strange race ~ a marcescence
like deciduous in winter
withering, yet still so attached
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