White Wall
by Emily Walling I’m trying to find the joy of the snowstorm, but I’m just sick of it. The snowflakes are so big the birds can ride them. I’m trying to look back to the woods, and all I see is a white wall. The birds are tweeting in retreat. The wind blows up the street like a train and howls around the corner. The snow is horizontal. I’m looking for the red-winged blackbirds. |
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