Like a Saturday window-shopper lazily
strolling through a busy mall, looking here
visiting there before resting in a theater
watching more folk making their way inside,
a flake of snow, large, soft, delicate, white
floats ever so slowly descending to the earth against
the meanderings of other loitering flakes and
still many feet above, it curves leisurely
horizontally traveling hovering for quite a few
feet before changing directions still horizontal
poking along before curving gently to float back up to the
place it came from then another horizontal
stroll before drifting down diagonally, puffing
up skyward, horizontal reverse shuffle, then
diagonally down again moving opposite
drifting lower, slowly lower, joining thousands of
flakes already deeply settled in on the earth
peacefully resting and watching more
flakes making their way to join them
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