Caveat: Poem #2669 “Seventy-seventh stanza”

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Snow had arrived, and was thick on the ground.
Trees were stripped bare. The town's streets had no sound.
Kiamon trudged from the dingy motel,
Facing her fate, her thick coat like a shell.

– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.

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