SNOW POEM
(title suggested by ms. A. D'Amore of Schnecksville, PA)
If I waited for you to disappear
into the falling snow,
your back a target
for the kaleidoscopes of heaven,
your own eyes drifting from white to white to sullen shadows
calmed by the whispering sky...
If I stood in the vale
without getting cold,
feeling your presence diminish
as a ghost would a god's...
If I fell into your angel,
weary limbs and flake-dampened hair
slipping into this provisional grave
before my windsheared soul followed in collapse...
If I gave up and simply prayed
while the heavens continued
their displacement of frozen cells and souls...
then would you return?
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