Driving downhill
I see what look like snowflakes
Falling from just one patch
of sky.
I drive into it.
At that exact moment
I spot the birds
flapping in the boughs
of a tree.
The snow falls
Except, it’s not frozen rain.
The feathers fall
They miss my screen.
Such beauty from afar
Gives birth to a grotesque sight
from behind the wheel.
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