Lake Effect

A poem for the grieving

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What could be draws near: now here, now whole,

now mess, now melt, now gone. Cold wind blows

over warmer water, churns up moisture, curls

and crops each liquid drop to crystal, ready to fall

when cloud scrapes cross some highest hill and spills.

Christ spent an evening splitting atoms for this,

so many ribs and lungs and livers. We all shiver.

The snow falls on the old and the young. I’m tired

of watching the yard fill with these precise bright

jagged unique crisp wisps, now here, now whole,

now mess, now melt, now gone.

Snow on snow on snow on snow on snow.

I don’t know how the houses hold the weight.

The flakes accumulate on every blinking light

and yet stay lit. How brief their glow.

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