At the supermarket, a friend
stopped to talk
about his flight
back
to the island, snowbanks
towering
after the blizzard
While we talked
a leaf spun
through the doorway
gliding near us
as a
second blizzard
brewed outside
“I’ll leave you
to your shopping…
before the storm
gets bad,”
my friend murmured
eyes trailing
the spent leaf
that drifted
close by
I bagged my groceries
as the snow
thickened
sensing
how storms
hasten time
overtaking
the shopping trip, languid
conversations
the small and
delicate
arrangements
of our lives
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