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night snow on a Saturday
each snowflake so heavy, it casts a shadow
and the world looks like TV static
when snow melts as it hits the ground
and I can feel people all around me
their hearts partway open
talking to you, I remember to breathe
my lungs filled with cold air and revived
I can ascend again, and return
on snowless nights, the stars are out
and I am a radio telescope
broadcasting on all frequencies
© Jessica Umbra, 2024
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