snowflakes out of the blue

As I biked to do my errands

in a town that reminds me of my unbelongness

or a Russian town far far away like Bratsk which no ones knows about

the such only the Trans-Siberia can concoct

I noticed in amazement snowflakes and light hail

peppering the view

with a semi clear blue sky

I thought how wonderful

as I lay my eyes on the tiny hail hitting my blue jacket

feeling all foreign and all

different, amazed as a tourist would.

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