March Flurry

The windshield is too warm

to be cold’s companion.

The pavement muffles sound

from the fiery engine’s progress.

Snowflake falls asleep

against a black asphalt mattress,

weary retiree,

nap time is his only retreat.

It’s too late to accumulate possessions

ins such a fragile state,

the loneliest,

falling to a final resting place.

© 2023 | K. Hartless


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