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posted May 20, 2009, 9:53 AM by David Storlie

That was the winter
of third grade year
I was tired of snow
and wary of whiteness.

First day of school
I hid when they taught me
how dirty my face
hands and heart were.

They kept themselves
apart from throwing
Gerber jars full of spiders
that made momma cry.

I run home faster now
and from behind
boarded-up windows
don't cry when I watch

snow men in our yard
lose balance in spring
and fall in the dirt
as the white melts away.