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SNOW ON THE OCEAN
You can prepare for the fall,
its lack of innocence, its bright load, as if in the scheme of things you've been given something- these accomplishments of air before the cold paradise of winter where no fruit falls.
You can prepare all summer for this and the extravagant chemical changes一 the maple flaming scarlet to rust to what? It's beneath you
to see its apostacy, its folding.
You can prepare for this hanging and appleing
but not for this: snow
on the ocean, water in all three forms- ghost, glass, and what slips
between our fingers, what dissolves and hugs our forms. Just this much- a splash in a shot glass,
an inch in a bath, the human lull and relish of it-
can leave us beautifully used,
almost shoreless as we pass through the gills of this planet with the wrong name,
this earth, whose one season
is the improvident presence of water.
By Bruce Smith