Forecast snow
I know
I know,
This time of year
North winds
Blow,
Huddled here
Before
The storm,
Between
Cold
And warm,
Shared coffee
Before
The fire,
Situation
Far from
Dire,
Waiting for
Godot
The bus,
Is it them
Is it
Us?
Were we free
To think
To dream,
Would we plot
Would we
Scheme,
Would we journey
Near
Far,
Earth’s edge
Corner
Bar,
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