Postlude

At 12:17,
Imprecisely,
Outside Oil Can Harry’s
It started to snow again.
But as there was
No one else around
To sing,

I hummed a little ditty
To the road, about her winding,
And the snowflakes were like
Tiny and perfectly round mintdrops.
Exploding on my tongue.

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