the poem on the whiteboard in my kitchen

the poem on the whiteboard in my kitchen is dry erase. it reads

"
The Tao is like an empty bowl.
Which in being used can never be
filled up.
Fathomless, it seems to be the origin
of all things.
It blunts all sharp edges,
It unties all tangles,
It harmonizes all lights,
It unitess the world into one whole.
Hidden in the deeps,
Yet it seems to exist for ever.
I do not know whose child it is;
It seems to be the common ancestor of all,
The father of all things.
"

i've never seen snow before

i've never seen snow before. i'm from florida. i'm from Houston. wait, so it's like, slippery? oh. and it looks white for a bit but then it gets all gray and brown from all the sand and stuff on the road? oh, well that's gonna be real nasty. wait, and like it's gonna get all over my shoes? oh.

the snow falls sideways and falls on cars. the snow falls on the sidewalk and unfortunately makes people fall. when it snows people fall on the snow but the snow does not give. the snow is not soft rubber. the snow obscures and is only a layering, a sheen, a surface. gravel and pavement reside below.

in the woods the snow falls on grass and leaves. the leaves stay all winter long, hidden in the dark. in the woods the animals feel the wet snow on their uncovered paws.

paw tracks.