I
have missed the snow
awoken
in the dark to
the
tinfoil noise of rain on
my
dark blue window
I
am wondering how many
snows
are left for me
and
think one day I will
have
to explain snow
to
small children who
think
of it as a white mass
a
malevolent presence that
stopped
traffic and planes once
and not feathery flakes that build
the
relief these pills give me
from
my ratcheting brain
and
electrified nerves
gives
way to a drugged sleep
from
which I cannot wake,
I
try, and steadily sink
and
dream of my friend,
we
are on a beach familiar to her
in
my slumber I have taken away
her
faculties and take her for ice cream.Anna Percy
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