Incantation

Snow needs no introduction

Piles of images spill from the hamper of my unwritten ideas. Everything has been used at least once — thongs and tangerines, a month’s worth of lottery tickets, spoons, candles, pillow cases. . .

I’ve had it with my tabby cats trying to pass themselves off as tigers, my lipstick imitating fireworks, my windows writing rain, rain, rain over and over again like a kid kept after school in some old movie.

My mind keeps skipping on November. All morning I waited with my mood pressed against the window. I scanned the yard for random bears but the leaves only spoke to me in death-rattle rhymes. The present is run down, I thought, needs winding.

Let the snow of tomorrow fall from nowhere and rinse the world in extraordinary light. Let the sorcery of winter make cities new and unnamed again. May the sky strip every skyscraper of its power as the flurries fall beautifully, delicately onto dark, hungry streets.

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Lori Lamothe is the author of three poetry collections, Happily, Kirlian Effect and Trace Elements.