Is reflected in the snow
Of its flying falling hair
Populating fields and rivers
With houses and cars
The only relevant question on earth
‘Do you believe what just happened?’
Walks her dog up and down the street
Weeping and looking at no one
A theatrical despair
Runs around like a snowstorm
In the ball of her head
Her dog is all she’s got
I gave her 75 cents
All I had at the time
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