Novel Snowflake
Sometimes they fall...
Sometimes they fall...
too fast to be counted
leaving me jotting down hidden notes
in the middle of a work meeting
clumped together
they splatter on my paper
mangled and senseless
too sparse and too slow
never completing their beautiful form
dissipating as they land on my lines
But sometimes they fall
crisp and clear
I can catch a crystal on my penpoint
and write a diamond full of words
I can catch a crystal on my penpoint
and write a diamond full of words
March 16, 2004
Tressa Lee Breen
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