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by Bill Keller
At the end of a long winter
I watch snow slip from a tree,
sluggish at first as if stiff
from inactivity but then
plummeting, eager to
reconnect, which it does
spectacularly, with a Smack!
that sounds to me like
lips on cheeks,
hands on backs,
welcoming someone
who’s been badly missed.