White Thoughts

Raining for dogs and cats. Rain on top of snow. Rain on top of ice. Cold. Ice on top of rain on top of snow on top of ice.

After ark days, rain turns to hail turns to snow. White out. My metallic-blue car glazed by frozen raindrops glistens in the haze.

In a snow globe, someone shake, shake, shakes it over and over until I am dizzy from the white, from the cold.

I crave color. I want green. yellow. blue. red. even orange. Anything but white. Anything…


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