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Night Snow

Slight hiss, as a canoe

Pulled back over grass

And the flakes

Widening where they slip

Into patio stones, that place

Dark as a small lake

Closing over at the edge of the yard.

Nights like this,

The necklace on the dresser

Pools there, glitters

Clean as the detail

Remembered in dreams, though still

It is a guilt gift

And glitters, and pools there

So the names, the faces

Drawn through names,

Rise in the night snow

Often and light the yard.

from Clean

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Published in Kate Northrop Poems

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