SNOW

There are these big white things
floating past my window.
Lots of them.
They're so funny-looking,
it's hard to believe they're natural.
I think maybe my street
is actually the floor of
one of those glass spheres
you buy in the tourist stores
which you turn upside down and shake
and oversized flakes
fall in a frenzy
until they've all landed
and everything
settles
down.


© Ellen Azorin