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Grace

Ann Plasso

Outside, wind sweeps the snow,
rattling panes, drifting
fine white dust to gentle slopes.
An old window breathes its damp
chill on my face. I'm on ice,
wrapped in a tartan quilt, waiting
for a crack of light through the door.

I close my eyes, see that first stretch
of coast after a long drive. Open sky.
A distant sail. Hot white sand. Smooth
glistening stones. A perfect scallop shell.

But here, now, tiny hooves of snow
patter the glass. I place my warm palm
Against the cold pane and say yes.


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