My sentences are sprinkled
with snowy asterisks.
So many cold specific species
of special considerations.
Compounding the temerity of
this informational vacation
through the paradise of lingua franca
*commonality hell*
A virga, purple and inconsistent.
My tongue,
dry,
cracking,
goes on.
In the meadow between my
thoughts and their definitions
snowstorm as crepuscular ballet.
Miniature Moon 