this snow falls quiet,
accumulating on your
black poodle until
she shakes her pristine
body, tail, curls in a sine
wave under a lone
street lamp narrated
only by the low hum of
electricity
from a neighbors Christmas
lights, and the scrape of a snow
plow so far away.
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mmmmm. a regional haiku.
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