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[a Walleah Press blog]

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.