This snowscape tests your resolve, it reflects
Your determination to get to work
To hospital, to school; it can’t deflect
You from your stated purpose, though there’s talk
Of no buses, no cars, no trains; just walk
Try to go in a straight line, and don’t slip
But if you do, it doesn’t matter. Fuck
What they say, or if they laugh when you trip
Or slide without meaning to, down a slope
The world’s a blank white canvas: place your steps
Upon it like King Wenceslas and smirk
As you turn back. You feel a forming drip
On the end of your nose, observe effects
Brief beauty preserved in your memory book
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