On The Tip of My Tongue

Snowflakes fall like
sleeping ballerinas
through gravities circumference
allowed one, final pirouette ,
and in landing create
a blanket
for the cold audience
of earth.

Snowflakes call like
butterfly phantoms
borrowed from heaven
fluttering through
the circumstance of gravity,
for one final flight,
and in landing
fill cold nets of earth.

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