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An Afternoon Walk (Free verse) by Dovina Snow on the ground,
shallow and dirty.
Up in the trees
itâs crusty and clean.
Walking and talking,
cars kicking dust,
it settles still dry
on the roadside snow.
White seems more bright,
in this afternoon light,
and dust is not only
kicked up by the cars.
Snow jokes like a salve
and covers his wounds
and rambles like honey,
sweetening mine.
And dust in the snow
becomes gaps in his lines
or dark flaws
in my light-hearted tales.
Both are designed
to look white and bright,
to cover the dark things -
dirt and limb.
Which are more lofty
covering whiter?
Which bear the dust
of weaker defense?
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