A Treasury of Snow
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The cargo of cold whitein the red pickup that waitsbeside me at the lightexplained (if not away, quite)by the truck’s New Hampshire plates.
Beautiful, but how,after a lifetime of snowdid I still not knowa snowflake casts a shadow?Maybe I did know. I know now.
Behind the snow liesan invisible heaven:migratory criestell us so, suggest evenour kind might find paradise.
Michelangelosaw the statue in the stone.I feel like I alonecan discern through all this snowthe car parked here not a day ago. [End Page 465]
Lion at our back door,who set you here, and what for?Our upstairs neighbor,I imagine? For good Feng Shui?I like your white fez today.
Atop each flattenedpicket-tip sits a fattenedwhite bird the weatherovernight put togetherfeather by crystal feather.
The treasury of snow,one of them, in any case,is out past Pluto,whence comets come, whence they go,on the margins of deep space. [End Page 466]
BILL COYLE is a poet and translator living in Somerville, Massachusetts. His most recent book is a volume of translations of the Swedish poet Håkan Sandell, Dog Star Notations: Selected Poems 1999–2016.
