falling
falling
makes no sound
under the streetlight
It smothers
for but an instant,
an impression that passes,
a mute barrage
and the world brightens
The maples thickening
along the stark branches,
illumined and pleased
I am sure, by this visitation
from heaven
I wonder if it will ever stop,
the fences grow taller
and the yards gathering
the soft blessings,
the safe and magical place
that children know
I would like to go out in it,
stand beside a cedar,
become one,
disappear
and gather in the sparrows
In the morning,
such a pristine awakening,
all is glistening and the blue sky
as infinite as love
If all this is real -
how could they drag
a woman through the hard streets?
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