Snow
       

I don't know
if this is old or new

grief but
maybe it grows

by accumulation so
old or new

it is the same
drift, each

flake falling
an addendum

and there goes
the porch, the felled

tree stump, window-
sill then fenceline

it's all the same snow
old or new the snow

into which
the heart sinks

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