Snow angel

A small boy stops by the street corner. He drops his bag and makes a snow angel as cars and people pass by.  He makes it meticulously. There is a contrast of car exhaust steam and the steam from his breathing as he moves and flutters his arms and legs. He sits up next to his finished artwork and enjoys a snack, like he's taking in the moment. Four people pass him by. None look at the snow angel he's made. Though he does get a passing sniff from a jogger's dog before it's pulled away.
There's a film of cloud over the sky, with bold streaks close to the horizon where the sun shines through.
A school bus approaches the street corner and stops for a moment. When it pulls away, the boy is no longer there. All that remains is the snow angel he's left behind.

On a bright December morning

a boy hidden in a snowsuit

stops by a street corner.

As cars and people pass by

he sinks into the mattress of snow

and flutters his arms and legs.

A few cars later, he sits up

from the white bed spread

and examines his brushstrokes.

A yellow bus approaches

and vents plumes of gray exhaust.

When it clears

the boy is no longer there

only his picture in the snow.