Poet Commentaries

April’s Last Snowflakes



Flakes so big they have legs,
exoskeletons made of clouds,
spiders with little tails wagging
trailing a snipped silk emblica
the sole purpose, some scientists say
is to hold the little guys tight
in the whip and frenzy of birth
out of that one embryonic tear

The skip skitter and skiff,
bubble crackle and high hum,
all inaudible white noise
syllables of but sh and sh on sh
stuck landings with soft slippered feet
in accumulated communities
or, melting on my warm windshield
a silver tear for the coalesced


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