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Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

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Into The Swirling Sea Of White.


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I learned that
snowflakes travel at walking speed
free-falling through the atmosphere
at 6.5 miles per hour

individuated delicate
five-pointed stars
they take their precious time
to align and alight upon the ground

they seem to have formed
a relationship with the space
that surrounds them
they fill it up

muffle-hushing the watching, waiting world
how they caulk in the troubled broken spaces
with a quieting suffocating stillness

they fill me with awe

frozen water so gentle
they melt when they connect with
the bridge of my nose
and form lacework over the fur
of our Himalayan cat

setting him down
he dashes through a frantic ballet
leaping in wild estatic tour-jetes
while snowflakes
frost his long dark coat

together we glance upwards fixed
our eyes became chatoyant
both of us entranced
staring into
the swirling sea of white

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1:41 pm PST/MAY 2, 2017 DATE/TIME STAMPED
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR
THIS AUTHOR/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

FROM COPY WRITTEN DOWN PREVIOUSLY APRIL 27, 2017
\AT 8:01AM PST.







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