i'd be happy, she says.
if we had more snow,
if the wind wouldn't blow.
if it was spring
then i'd feel better.
if the rain would stop
and the sun
would shine, then,
then, i could
at last be content.
things would be fine.
the summers are too hot,
the winters too cold.
maybe next week, next
month,
next year i'll get out of here.
i want one season,
not four.
maybe i'll move to arizona
where the air is drier,
the skies more clear.
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