Most likely, the sky
could not be more cold and gray without
snow falling
on the store roofs in the strip mall
where I sit in the coffeehouse. Inside,
I sip a white hot chocolate
and nurse a cheese Danish.
This moment in the semi-warm
shows me that even though things
are not what I once thought,
individual strokes of the clock
can be harbingers of redemption
sweet moments as gorgeous drops
of almost snow
streak their oil slick rainbows
on the shimmering canvas of asphalt.
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