Growth

As my coffee cools
it leaves behind a set of rings
that record each time I took a sip
and how big a sip it was.

Between each ring
the white space in the cup
remembers my gaze
through the frosty window.

Snowflakes
fall down—and up
but some, just float
because they cannot

decide
which way to go.

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