Drifting

Reflecting, head resting
On the window, gazing
Through the blackboard,
Waiting for flakes to light

Anticipating, wide awake
And drifting, imagining a
Gust could lift the dusting
Into swirling cursive script

Till darkness is filled with
Crystal verses, whispered
Bright, until the daylight
Erases to a sheet of white

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