on snow and roads made of something much less practical but more beautiful than cement poetry mumbled along numbered grids filled and spaced till everything matched perfectly like a complex game of logic and tripped we did our feet through the cobble stone Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...