Snow is falling
right out of the sky.
A red car flipped
off the interstate
on black ice.
She’s totaled.
That snow keeps falling
and falling,
softening lifespans.
Come on in this house.
124. Come on in this house
Snow is falling
right out of the sky.
A red car flipped
off the interstate
on black ice.
She’s totaled.
That snow keeps falling
and falling,
softening lifespans.
Come on in this house.
orphan poems 