Wednesday, May 02, 2012

A poem by William Baer


Beautiful poetry happens when the poet takes two seemingly unrelated events and intertwines them together such that we come to realize indeed how similar each really is. This poem leaves us with that surprise, as the poet masterfully weaves two unique incidents together.

Timing’s everything. The vapor rises
high in the sky, tossing to and fro,
then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes
into a perfect flake of miraculous snow.
For countless miles, drifting east above
the world, whirling about in a swirling free-
for-all, appearing aimless, just like love,
but sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
Falling to where the two young skaters stand,
hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips
itself about to ever-so-gently land,
a miracle, across her unkissed lips:
as he blocks the wind raging from the south,
leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth.

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