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ANDREW PLUNKETT


For Susie Blue


I once found a snowflake
Tucked in behind an old photograph,
Glistening like a lone star in a frost-bitten sky.

The crisp delicacy of its fronds
Frightened me -

If I held it in my hands
It would surely melt …

And it did.

Fragments of beauty floated away,
Disappeared,
Like kittens, unwanted, in a hungry river.

Apollo's hand runs tenderly down
The wrinkled bark of the Laurel Tree.
He knows
There are no two snowflakes the same.