Snowflake

  February 14, 2005
Hello, snowflake,
Winter’s seed in the palm of my hand.

Beautiful, unique
like the millions of others
in the late-afternoon glow,
You fell
As my outstretched hand
Rose.

I saw your sharp lines,
Constellations of crystal,
Intersections of surface—
A song in geometry, sparkling

I watched you for seconds (or ages) until
You melted right under my gaze, undone by the warmth that
Rescued you from anonymous air
And unto curious eyes.

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