Poem
BY MICHAEL ESCOUBAS We look up from our chores surprised at what we see— snowflakes big as quarters floating aimlessly as in a snow globe found by curious children reaching into some dark corner of a bookcase while visiting Grandma’s house—a winter scene ensconced in super slow-mo. For one enraptured moment we dance in a magical world of white fairies and crystal butterflies— doilies intricately crocheted landing on collars and cheeks and outstretched tongues.
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