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The Fizz

They have said it before but it truly is
Golden or like a street lamp’s deafening fizz
Tripping, cursing and stumbling into the snow
My words fell quickly into the drifting glow

The street lamp is gone and the moon is rising
Now It’s so brightening It’s almost blinding
The flakes and stars sparkled in competition
Taking time now I see the exhibition

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/27