Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry

By Howard Nemerov

Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle

That while you watched turned to pieces of snow

Riding a gradient invisible

From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.

And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

 

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