fall onto the
blue, sterile field from
Falling snow is what I know:
microscopic art installations
stacking on my sleeves
melting with my breath.
Life-giving in moderation:
Life-taking in excess.
Here, I watch as tiny pieces of her
nestling into the drapes’ slung folds.
Dry, red isles dotting a pale blue sea,
calmly awaiting the bio-hazard bin.
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