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Feb 2020
until people tread upon it
leaving their footprints
until the canine urinates or defecates
the teenager spits up phlegm
until the cars run over its delicate
until the oil leaks turn it to smudge
so different than it once was
milky, surface with their black wheels
until the plow clears it away
until the fierce light of the sun’s rays
melt it down

I once was fallen snow
untouched by man
brought in
through an opening in the heavens
but then…………
sandra wyllie
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