Melting Snow

Melting Snow
The snow is melting.
It reveals sins committed over the
seven days it lay there, doing nothing
except melting.
A dead blue jay,
sodden birdseeds,
a Walmart plastic bag
blown there by the wind,
oddly a lone tennis shoe.
I like the snow better.
But then again, I like my sins hidden
under the snow.

For Hedge 55

 public domain photo

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