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Feet of snow, 
waves of it over days
Pelting windows
Sniffing graves

A big enough storm stops everyone 
Opportunities are mounds next to every walkway
The experience of a snow storm is all the days you’ve ever spent, all the chances to be your full self... 
but you stoked the fire of nevernever
Perhaps hid under bridges from the one-time chance
Or admitted you’d never felt
Snow
Grow wet
Drenching an inner troll
Surprising you when you thought life was softer 
than the fairlane on a five-star course
And instead it hurt
impact shocked bare feet
The blizzard soaked your carefully laid plans
Spoiled your coiled coif
And left you feeling less than
Less than what anticipation prepared you to be.
The experience of a snow storm is all the days you’ve ever spent, all the chances to be your full self...
In its face, you boasted
To know it all
Spewed false information
Defended your view like a cat who never did admit she’d fallen
“Nuh uh”
“I do, too”
Know more than you
She protests, swears is true.
Bald Faced lies
Blanketed you from your imposter
or worse
Whetted an ignorant self.
The experience of a snow storm is all the days you’ve ever spent, all the chances to be your full self...
But you snapped your answer
At a teacher who simply asked you
To try
Just a little, 
please?
It was far too infuriating 
To move a single seat
In that moment
Was to cross a rope bridge
Impossible
The experience of a snow storm is all the days you’ve ever spent, all the chances to be your full self...
The opportunity bombs
Cyclones around you
In exactly the right moment
You gather in the eye of it
And do not blink.
Inside, a screaming kettle
Melted snow crying for the opportunities lost
Waiting for just the right depth
To dive into.
How the ancient waters have sung
Their way from lungs
Long collapsed
Lost to entropy
Decayed, reabsorbed, reorganized, perhaps now their waters, trapped
Bounce excited against the bowl of a a tea pot
As in red rock of Utah
Making a long journey down
To spring
To sing
To Chase dreams.
An order: Lay exposed
Amid sweetened stars, cold in a dark kettled sky
Bands of ancestors milky
Weigh heavily rested, pleased with exhaustion of leaping
Into a twenty foot pile
POOF
Snow pads like the seat of a harness
  you repel into forever
Never looking over a shoulder 
To see if you’ll fall
Success is a steep descent
Courageous or stupid
 sans safety nets
In a snowstorm, 
our full selves,
our souls, 
are Icicles sleeting upwards into stars.

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