sometimes a kind word is the one that breaks us
stare at the neighbour's roof
where snow sits 30 inches deep
has sat for so long
a roof covered in white darkness
but today, i look through the drip-drip from our eavestrough
spring's sun has arrived
water drip-drips in a symphony around the block
but a sickening scrape and a thud
clears the roof
the sun slides behind a grey cloud that wasn't there a minute ago
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