Ode to the bachelorette

And the snow fell.
Slowly.
As a you drop
something
paperlike.
Cutting through the air
slowly.
Like breath
or mild shag
breathed out.

Remembering
the time
when freedom
meant
a season ski pass.

And never really
getting back to reality.

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