After the Interview

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After the Interview


Snow is pure and indomitable.
For an hour it melts
the instant it touches the grass.like unwinding from the interview
The fair flakes, individual
motes of a multitudinous wave,
stick first to the needles of pines. Pines vs needles of...
Brown rocks, warm after
a warm week, resist the urge
to return to winter's sleep. I don't like winters sleep, a rock can resist the URGE to be buried like hibernation under snow
But the pure snow falls and falls.
The ground turns the color this is too ambiguous for me, glass can be many colors dusty or not
of a dusty glass.
The road's noise of oceans oceans of snow water? Loud by traffic
and the birds' chorus of bells
diminish, both, to the muffled
sound of nothing.I like this though and what you did with 'diminish, both'
I pour some cold
water from the tap
then sit awhile by the window,
watching the vanishing world. The interview could have been of anything, but this ending gives me a tone that the narrator was dispirited about the interview, because they focus on anything around them besides the interview, like blocking it out not to focus on how it went, with an air of dread for having to wait for the results of the interview, vanishing