A Snowmaker’s dream

The dark sun rises. 

Full moon.

Blackness.

Bone shattering cold.

Nothing to think about.

The mind wanders.

The chairlift creaks.

Snow falls.

Too little.

Tomorrow night again.

Easy now.

“This thing could blow your head off.”

The wind whistles.

The tree limb breaks.

Covered with snow. 

I am breaking too. 

Little by little. 

They don’t know.

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