Dustings

Bits of poinsettias on the kitchen table.

Some cookies and truffles left.

Dustings of sugar left on the tray.

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A few snowflakes swirl in the frigid gusts.

The hills are growing farther away.

Dustings of salt and snow on the tires.

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It’s a new day but inside, old packaging. 

Files of stories waiting, forgotten.

Dustings of memories just out of sight.