My eyes to the treetops
white with frost and rime
backed by brilliant blue sky
and drifts of gauzy cloud........
But I really should watch
where I’m going so
eyes to the sidewalk
and threat of ice........
banks of snow, yet to see the
gravel of spring, regularly anointed
by the many neighbourhood dogs,
sniffing and lifting a leg in relief.
“Don’t eat the yellow snow.”
~ Frank Zappa
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