Someone left the gate open.
Maybe they were cold
Wind driven, blinded by snow
keen to get home to
hearth and home and a warm.

The gate was open
wind blown. Snow piled
against hedges but
at the gap of the gate
it drifted, filling ditches
snow escaped to the road.

Someone left the gate open.
Continental drift
into the road, piece by piece
building like a question
who can say
what may
happen?

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