the chunks of white snow melting on trees
never thought they could be so alluring this time of year
shining sun and ugly people
but the world keeps spinning
miracles keep happening and
babies keep popping out of holes every which way
an inch of white froth on the flowers
the grandiose and the dead
little notes written in disappearing cement trails
a 2-foot snowman complete with bottlecaps and a toothbrush
I'm only living
another beautiful day in paradise
reminding myself they aren't all out to get me
only most of them
or
only most of me
brooms used in lieu of proper plastic scrapers
I didn't even think these people owned shovels!
What a world
What a time to be alive
What a waste that comes of it all
What the hell guys
Did we really sign on for this?
But the spinning never stops
not until my posthumous 3 billionth birthday
when the sun turns into a red dwarf
Bitchin
I want to see that
but until then I'm living it up
watching it fall down from the branches
glimmer and splash
and I think to myself
what a serendipitiously existential yet mundane life
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