Drift (an acrostic poem)


Deep snow waves scalped by winds were strewn across the field

Reaching toward a gray cloudy sky

It made him sick just looking at it

Forcing himself to pick up the shovel once more, he tried to create a path again

That’s when the wind pointed out how futile his efforts were.


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