late night walk
solitude on the quietest night
watching snowflake shadows chase and race toward an imaginary finish line
winter butterflies on white canvas
i pass another streetlight
all the shadows change direction
dipping
swirling
laughing
streetlight- east
streetlight- west
streetlight- east
streetlight- west
until my feet turn in our driveway
and the canvas is still
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