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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1753121
written for a little bit of poetry contest
First Snow

My eyes scan the snowy lawn
and clad in parka and pj's
I scoop icy handfuls
into a blue graniteware pot.
Later, the snowmelt
becomes water for bread
the yeasty loaves rising,
shuddering with starlight
and crackling from pleasure
of the meandering planets.

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