Whispers

Sometimes,
I hear voices in the water
When it’s falling
And wonder about
All the places it’s been.

Particular drops
With a short lived unity.
Bound by frost,
Or vaporized into disintegration.
Pooled and growing
With like-minded brethren
Or dispersed and diluted
In a happenstance landmass.

They found them, you know,
Those two snowflakes
That looked identical.
Impossible odds,
Until you put them in your favor,
But the paranoid are never favored,
The anxious are never favorited.

Maybe it’s the cooling weather,
Maybe it’s the seemingly ceaseless storms,
But in the back of my mind
All I can think about
Is the desperate howling of winter,
Like a mad man on fire,
And how he whispers to me
In the rain.

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