"Shake the globe again,
I want to see the snow."

I curled elbow crook under arm
as the last song in our selection dies slow
the air clicks on, dimming this moment

You stare past my subject to the calendar
and note, rolling sheetless from me,
"It's not time yet to see snow."

And the least of my wishes waits for winter.

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