The snow fell three times today
and each time there was sunlight
in between. Three times I had
the chance to stand in my city
in the snow. Twice I failed.
The third time, I walked to the door
and out to the sidewalk where
I paced back and forth, looking
up into the falling slant of snow,
which I can watch as it comes
from over the building whose roofs
I’ve never seen, past the power lines,
and down to the ground where I live.
I went back inside feeling like
the wedding guest who left
too soon and shook no hands.
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