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Last Snow

posted Feb 26, 2017, 1:59 PM by David Storlie
In the shimmering depth 
of new snow 
there is no self. 
Glistening galaxies 
gazing from lawns skyward, 
night's wardrobe 
where all possibilities leaning 
dormant warning 
the next great unexpected 
blizzard of light, 
melting, misting, lifting 
as does a fog. Tasting breath 
chilled like champagne silhouettes, 
cold as the midnight of a century and 
exhaled beyond living memory 
(back behind the ribs.)
Remember when this began 
then is forgotten, and 
now is wrapped in one more 
moment of glamorous snow.
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