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December 3, 2007
December 3 is a day for uncertain snow.

It is snowing.
Is it snowing?
It is snowing,
Tentatively.

These flakes are young ones,
Unsure of their place,
Mission,
And position.

A few bold ones empty out the sky.
The others wait to see what becomes
Of the first.
A few more join them.
Some of the first have not even touched down.

Oh look,
Four have changed their mind,
Now spiraling back upward.
But others are coming behind them now.
And more.
And they pause, circle,
Touch one another for reassurance.
Some blinking out suddenly;
Others appearing in their place.