First Flurry

I remember

one year in East Boston

the first flurry came

on October 8th.

 

Flimsy thing

against the triple-deckers

and asphalt.

 

Queen Anne's lace

tossed into the path

of an eighteen-wheeler.

 

Thin coins of silver

flung by Judas

to the floor of the temple.

 

Sparks of ice

drifting through the smoke

of the city's forge.





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Written on 2021-10-06 at 08:08

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
A picturesque description of a flurry of snowfall. Nicely done!
2021-10-07


1LFD
I am intrigued. Can we have more please. I'd love to know the back story.
I'm just conjuring thought of suffragettes in front of horses.
2021-10-06

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