Rage rolls across your strong, wide shoulders
one across to the other
white hot like dry ice and black cold
like night on ice. Silent storm
building from pain
soul from frozen
Under the dark sky,
the building done, snow
flake on flake falls.
The small back of that finch holds one
snowflake resting between wings
balancing between sky and back
snowflake and feather
riding the heart.
– D.G. DalPonte
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