Enchantment, By Jennifer Angelina Petro



Jennifer Angelina Petro



In the memory

There are many roads

Pointed in many directions,

As in a crumpled piece of paper;

Along each furrow and fold

Are tiny clots of snow

Waiting for the warm smile

Of necessity to loosen them, like

A flock of starlings—giving the world

What was written down

And forgotten.






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