Morning Snow
The trees melted on me
On my way to class
This morning.
God woke me up at 7:12 AM,
He NEVER wakes me up at 7:12—
And never before
To the sight of clean snow.
I always like to think
Though it’s a shallow hope--
A hope remains
That I may be the first one to see it,
To know when the world wakes up,
They’re waking up to white.
I bet He doesn’t know my lucky number is 12
And my favorite one is 7.
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