a march snow, so fine and grainy
reminds us of the little grey black white
patterns when there is no tv reception
better off for eyes to see these tiny
points of white wetness, jig jagging
down the slate grey march sky
what we surround ourselves with
as silky sari, embraces our best
intentions sailing across the channels
islands await with open ports
changing auric fields in the night
awakening to snow on purpose
Kate Lamberg
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