Today's poem is by Kate Bernadette Benedict
In the Key of Snow
In Central Park, you lost our keys,
you dropped them in a drift of snow.
had not yet cleared the road.
Our boots dipped deep with every step,
high sometimes, kneecap high
and in the snow you lost our keys.
suffused the tops of trees,
a shush of sleds was on the air.
of cardinals did not cheep.
Quiet city, muffled, furred.
No one heard
the house keys fall. No one
heard them clink or ring.
it's been since last it snowed,
how long since we were that transfixed,
that we let go of keys,
lost them in capacious snow!
is a deep, distracting thing.
We even took a mazy turn,
a path that seemed so strange,
it was made over by the snow.
long until it snows again
and snow mist caps the winter trees
and we lose
ourselves, or keys?
Copyright © 2003 Kate Bernadette Benedict All rights reserved
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