Revueing the Situation
3 months ago
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“Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry”


Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

»Howard Nemerov (via bookoasis)
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