Have you ever yelled across a field of snow?

A powdery expanse known to swallow you whole


Makes hiding easy

especially for the leaves


Fattens your throat and fingers

then swallows those too


This feast of sorts is a common occurrence

but no cause for caution


When the heavy tide of stars

rinses our city and

wrings light from bones of trees

you feel naught and sigh in relief

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