Non-Erotic PoetryfallingA specific silence
comes with snow,
folds the world in
the slow journey from cloud
to ground, a dream-like drifting,
shifting perspectives.
Each falling flake yearns
for fellowship. The fragility
of one belying the weight of many
joy to this child, tongue out
to taste the cold of these unique
travelers’ singular journey
leading to angels and men.
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