Tuesday, February 25, 2014

snowpoem




it ‘s  s’now-ing

   verrr-rry       s’  low-  
                                       ly …..

Each.           Flake.          (just)

Hangs  /there ,               in  the   air

before sett-ling    gent- ly , 
as though  (each)  on a pre-arranged  spot.

Gravity will be running at half-capacity until further notice.

(the silentquiet  flakes   don’t     quite
        fall       ,  they
                               f l  o   a    t  .  .   .     .        .





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