Fall
As they do
From the sky
Just shy
Of the lake
They are it's effect
On air
The flakes
Their dander
Lifted by the light
Cold
Wind
I gander
As
Each
One
Singles out
A different
Current
In the gathered
Torrent
Dry river
I'm a Dad, Beat Poet, Abstract Artist, Tibetan Buddhist, yadda yadda yadda.
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