PROSE

It’s been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It’s the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that’s what people think they want.

POESY

It’s been snowing

for two days–

yet the thoroughfares

remain clear.

The perfect snow,

people say:

Beauty,

but no substance.

As for me

I’d prefer

some depth.

It’s worth

the inconvenience.