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Carolyn Kinsman

First Snow

She came, still as breath, in the night.

By dawn, light reflecting off her myriad mirrors
slips through the blinds
of my bedroom window,
drawing me out.

On the radio
low-volume accounts of bombs
and numbers dead,
loud images of blood-drenched earth.

While in the street, sounds are muted.
Gently, peace falls down,
dusting each least thing:

    hard asphalt

    fallen cottonwood leaf

    discarded plastic bag

    speeding car

    small bird

    lonely shoulder

    my warm cheek

with indiscriminate love.

—Carolyn. Kinsman

 

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