the moment the white
patch on the sidewalk
become the snowy sidewalk
patched with darkened gray
goes unnamed in the urge
to holler snow—
______________(I do
____(shout snow
(I do—
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This is wonderful… I’ve been reading a lot of snow poetry lately… We had some a week ago or so. Time for me to pay attention to it.
Eliz
Thank you! We’ve had what passes for a lot of snow here in Belfast lately (an inch or two).