Second Story
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SNOW

You come, velvet in sound,
warm as lost lightning,
graceful as pine branches
swinging over tall grasses.
I wrap you in borrowed leaves
and scraps from the fallen sky.
I fasten you ten times over
to the tips of my fingers.
Magpies laugh at our lovemaking.
Trees toss remnants of kisses
high into the sky.

We line up to buy seats
for the next space trip.

Bones ache with snow threat.
             

Second Story
by Mildred A. Rose

The
Mildred Rose
Collection

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Copyright 1976 by Mildred A. Rose,
all rights reserved.
Originally published by The Music House Press.
No part of this collection may be reproduced,
except in short reviews, without the
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