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Quiet

It snowed again today,
That may be insignificant
In a place already white.
 
It was quiet again today,
That is never insignificant
Where ever you are.
 
You may not know my silence,
It is the quiet of
A hundred miles.
A hundred miles of quiet
In which a falling snowflake
Can be heard
As it floats by,
So quietly into the white.
 
It snowed again today.
 
In a cold, day’s time,
Silently, the snow has gone.
With a sublime departure.

(2009)

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