it isn't really a blanket like they say it is
more like sand that sticks, sticks to the trees
and rocks first, and then the road, overpowering
its thermal mass, overpowering
our happy little hearts, forcing us inside
it is more like a giant sheet of gauze
all of us caught up and tangled
stretching and pulling at the weather
like it is space-time itself
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