the middle number sits discontent
weeping over sorry snowmen,
who've melted just as winter arrives
in puddles of ice
to freeze again when summer returns
and walk on unsturdy legs,
longing for the touch of heat,
recoiling as the snow falls
but this world is too warm for wonder.
settle, dear snowman
let them come
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