Short Circuit to Spring
By M.J. Iuppa

Sudden brush of sun, brash streaks of
light gleaming as snowdrifts sink deeper

and deeper into our road’s rushing run-
off, making it impossible to walk with-

out uncertainty— the depths of its head-
waters, its chilly music that spins us

in icy attitudes— O, how we fly—
open coats, lost hats, arms unlocking

like mute swans’ wings— billowy cloud
constellations— we sail beyond light.

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