the weight of the sky
at six a.m. .
the ominous
black
and blue
belly of cold rain about
to fall. but
it might be snow
this time.
the children
have opened their
mouths
and put away
their books in hope
a foot
may fall, or more.
and then the yellow
bus
pulls up.
not yet. the mother says,
now let's go,
get on board.
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