No one saw it coming, not even Phys. Plant, who failed to put ice melt in front of the student apartments. Perhaps the snow mocks us for putting hope in an early spring, even as it turns to slush upon touching the too-warm walkway.
goose
a honk
and eyes implore the clouds
for a rambling V
but settle on a lone goose
and chin drops towards earth
where boots slosh through slush
of snow fallen on too-warm ground
and puddles form
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