Throw away your rulers
There’s nothing to measure
Except disappointment
Accept disappointment
Don’t leave me in a room with a meteorologist today
I’d have to choose my words carefully
You can’t just drop a snowflake icon on an app and walk away
There are real world consequences
I’d already imagined my footprints
Through a slowed city
My grin was firmly half formed
The roads were salted as if to taste
Following a recipe
None of which was kosher
It’s coming I told the others
Passing along your wisdom
Parroting you
I’ll keep working on my need to know ahead of time
If you keep working on your need to share
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