No snow from my window Too close to the sleeping heat of the complex and the houses across the street and the road itself like a vein ferrying along these metal, plastic, and rubber ships all busting and cumbusting and getting somewhere before the sun does But east a few more feet a roof powdered conservatively by a chef who knows we’re low on sugar The Catalinas catch snow and I’m used to that but I have my eye westward from my window looking for the Tucson mountains to be capped too waiting for the clouds that veil them to slide off so that I can see
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