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Lisa Ortiz
It Snowed
All night we slept
intertwined in sheets
& when we woke
the world had dressed
herself in silver scarves
and pins of ice,
owl wings, aspen bark,
mute paths and branches.
astonishment that hushed
our flurried tongues—
every particle of us nude
& falling from the sky.
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