Poem: Cut Out

snowflake

Cut Out

A woman travels far to
find out who she is
Today I am paper
cut into a snowflake
pasted on a dark blue page

Rain scratches through
a nearby grove
It is you, crossing the room
to grab your keys

Cold air makes my nose run
Words make my eyes water

Shivers shake me in the sheets
wake me to another day

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