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Wednesday, November 11, 2020

End of Things

 

In their fluorescent snowsuits on top of the sledding hill

They looked like three South Park Kennys,

Standing rigid and surveying the state of the slope below:

In late March, after months of heavy wear and tear

And with the blunting of the mid-winter freeze,

There wasn’t much left of the snow –

Some wisps, strands, and islands here and there,

With last year’s sickly grass beginning to show.

What did they see as they looked around:

Their first disappointment, smeared with stains

Of dirty sludge? A broken promise of fairy-tale magic

Gone in a gust of spring rain? A dawning sense

That this was deeper than what they saw and

Cut into something they didn’t yet know?

 

For a few moments they stood still, then turned

And started their slow descent down the hill.

 

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