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LUCY IN LOVE

Bright white ice, everything
quiet as our breath on the balcony,
the stillness between us, brilliant
as the falling snow against the streetlight
aching like bitter cold fingers.
Every second with you is a million snowflakes, or one,
clear and beautiful, melting into the heat of our hands.
The plow glitters on the highway,
tomorrow that far away. Tomorrow like spring.
Somewhere, protected, deep, the softest petals
prepare their journey. We are a time-lapse photo,
drops in a pond, rippling into each other.

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