cold and fluffy snow

commute like walking on clouds

fluff trickles from sky 

observation day

my kids ask, why so often?

my job scrutinized

Into the Wild

fills my ears as i walk home

rich white sacrifice 

fluff has turned to ice

girls bicker hours till bed

we face budget truths

and we’ve worked so hard

seventeen years later, this?

progress turns to fluff

tomorrow i’ll step 

on fresh fluff from full moon sky

find my clouds again


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