Nikki Giovanni
once a
snowflake fell
on my brow
and i lovedit so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
©1972
from My House. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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