enough to keep quiet
isn't always enough to put milk in the fridge
Harriet looked over her young child
watched over him
it had been seasons that snowy day
for most it was lost in the deck of days
shuffled away with those that looked pretty much the same
she knew the difference
like God
even though
this weather much a consonant
that facet that dwelled with
welded to the walls of her mind
no doubt
when you see color change like she did
her boy wanted a drink
so she opened the fridge
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