Old snow

This entry is part 28 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Melting snow reveals old secrets.
Two spots of blood
have reemerged in the yard.

Wrinkles appear—
long, dark faultlines
from differential settling.

I know you,
I mutter to myself.
We’ve been here before.

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