Snow Globe

The shifting water in my mind of glass,

The harbor painted white by specious snow

With homes on oceanfront unoccupied,

I’m shaken by a hand I did not know,

And placed upon a shelf for all to see.

It now appears as if the scene began,

The drifting winter in my mind of glass

That merely lasts a minute and a half.



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