None

I’ll be soft,
soft as cotton,
ripe for the picking.

Watch the pricks
that form below
the mounds of snow;
cascading needles
in the deep stacks;
clean clouds
with sudden thunderous bolts.

Follow the surface
and exploit the gentle,
but never
never  
dig too deep.

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