What Is My Job
What is my job? the snowflake asked
You fall into a pile
Then what?
That is it
Do I sing as I fall? The snowflake asked hopefully.
No.
Do I do the watusi? Does someone film me?
No
Do I scream all the way down?
God put out his warm hand.
The snowflake melted instantly.
Another defective one, he told the angels.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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