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.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2021-10-06 at 08:08
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