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Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

--Howard Nemerov


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Apr. 16th, 2009 09:43 pm (UTC)
Nemerov is a favorite of mine. Thanks for sharing this.
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