Despite the
heat
The white
flakes fall
Traffic stands
still
A torrent of
wind
Flings it
hard
Horizontal.
The insipid
monster
Lumbers across
The horizon.
It suck up
All color,
Darkness and
light.
It won’t let
me
Feel warm
Feel cold.
It wails too
loud
To hear
Anything else.
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