Parading

My heart becomes

downward into the throat
a flake of snow,
a flake of snow,
sad on one side, joyful
sad on one side, joyful
on the other. It drifts
on the other. It drifts
downward into the throat
downward into the throat
of a rose, like a note —Dara Yen Elerath
of a rose, like a note
—Dara Yen Elerath

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