I walked home tonight under the snow,
not knowing where the horizon ended
and the sky began -
my small apartment lost somewhere in between.
And now it's 1:56 a.m. and I can't sleep.
So I sit here, scribbling in my poem book
while outside the world barely breathes
because the snow has finally settled
and the neighbors are trying to sleep
and it's just easier to crawl into bed
when winter finally hits this city.
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