Magic
It was late morning
when the snow
started
coming
down
out of a pearl sky,
milky and gray,
fat flakes
falling
slow
and
soft,
straight
down,
lights
sliding
on
strings,
to the green grass
below,
one flake
landing
on a dark rhododendron leaf,
still
curled
against last night's cold,
the flake
a
luminous,
empty,
white
web,
when,
from out a window, touched,
my finger a wand,
water
d
r
o
p
.
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