We have dreaded the snow
At silent noon
It makes our traces harder to cover.
Gives away our location
Traps us further within walls.
The children press noses against boarded window panes
Eyeballs peering out through cracks in the boards.
They wish to build snowmen
Wish there was still a school to attend.
Last night's dusting
Still painting our street
We are reminded the plow will never come.
At silent noon
The cold, bright sun melts the thin spots
Black pavement screams through
A cacophony of
Drag-foot tracks
They've carved into the fresh blanket
Pacing all night
In search of
Us
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