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snow

you compare me
to the strange white world
of winter
of the danger beneath the ice
and the constant cold.
my father grimaces
as he turns the steering wheel
and says
"it's not good driving weather"
when I don't respond
he continues
"it's dangerous to go anywhere in this type of snowstorm"
I pull myself
out of my icy daydream
and prop my chin against the window
saying
"yes, but look how pretty it is"