Snow sparrows shy from the black
unnatural rubber of the car on iced asphalt.
Winter throws softballs against the glass,
trees seem to bend away in the distance
wishing the snow that blankets the road
could hide it, block it
and let their secret world continue
without my car, my fumes, my noise, my uselessness.
Also posted for Friday Flash 55 fiction at the G-man's
Posted for Magpie Tales #50
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