maybe
we had
plans, maybe we didn't.
an inch of snow is a benediction, the
world made pure again; three or more
in baltimore is absolution—you're forgiven,
no need to follow through, time to disengage from
the
machine, stop the clock, burn your calendar, take a
bath,
two hours to cook and eat breakfast, followed by a
nap.
leave the house by four if you're ambitious,
step across to the park, borrow a sled, thrill
to gravity's tug, slowly walk back up.
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