Study in blue

Some people don't study

the music of snow. They don't

see the falling notes. Snow goes

on like a gossip, taking

and borrowing, it turns

inside out as the lakes

fill up with moon. Night full

of snow makes the snow turn

blue. I leave my small house

and hear Bessie Smith singing.

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