street lights
reflect
from the snow clouds
low and heavy
with their white gift
that promises a reprieve
from the peeling railings
and dirty street markings
and the crack in the pavement
I step over every day
that reminds me of bygone games
and childhood legends
a temporary renewal
that imagines the future
cleansed
returning to the morning after
incarnation
no stain
no taint or tarnish
no crack in the pavement
all is rebalanced
reborn
blessed
in a covering of snow
falling
from those pregnant clouds
in a new
yet ancient
magnificat
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