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Snow Night

I count money with my toes /
because one is missing /
always rounding down /
so much is odd, nine places nicely /
dropping hailstones on stove elements /
there’s almost a scream sounds like /
a warm sizzle inflating a balloon /
your own skin burning comfortably /
in the deep nights of February /
a crackling beacon on the toboggan hill /
drawing the curious to a melted circle of broiled grass /
the fixed pupil on a snowy orb