First Winter

Poetry

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First Winter

We go back

not to begin

but because

it remains

—

She sees the snow

for the first time

reaches

as if it is arriving

for her

—

I have seen this before

or something like it

the same light

flattening the road

the same distance

closing

—

The road goes

the lake follows

the tracks fill

until nothing recalls

what was there

—

She steps forward

leaves a mark

I remember

how quickly

that happens

—

I stand behind her

and feel it again

just the way

everything settles

—

She turns

as if to show me

something new

—

I almost believe her

—

But the surface

is already holding

—

I do not say it

—

I watch

as it takes

the shape

it had before

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