a morning bus ride when the world was cold
morning breaks and reveals
that the great spider
had stolen into the night
only to leave
the waking world a delicate
web of ice and glass.
some kids left hand prints
on the frosty windows.
others wrote messages
to the passing commuters.
I wiped away the haze
to reveal my own view
of the fragile scene
and savored the moments
before the sun melted
away the last mysteries
of the world.
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