Thankfully,
Flurries stay outside, where I can enjoy them.
Warm overhead lighting-
Not like the fluorescents across the street-
Convince me that I can sit tight for hours on end.
I am lately persuaded that snow is for looking at,
No longer for playing in
And I wonder when i became an adult
And why I had no choice in the matter
..And how I’m going to get home in time to buy food,
To pay bills,
To clean the bathroom.
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