7.22.2009

snow

Who would've imagined something so pure, so innocent,
be capable of this?
Loitering jumble of rumbling steel and rubber,
backed up as far as the eye can see.
Not moving, nor budging.
A wreck of twisted steel, crumpled like paper,
scatter the congested roads.
All this from a force of nature we haughtily consider so humble.

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