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Boy Waiting for Snow
(a painting by Johnny, age six)


It could come
out of the blue
spontaneous sky
the fleckless firmament
that saturates the paper
with cerulean possibility.
It could come, falling
flakes like starry cobwebs
no two alike, not ever.
Boy’s tongue poised to tell
each from each.
Boy’s face
(circle, line, dot)
shining certitude.
Boy’s round head transcendent
buoyant as a balloon bobbing at last
into the stratosphere.
Anything could happen from here.

by Kyran Pittman, all rights reserved.
Published in New Century North American Poets, 2002

2 Comments:

Blogger jenlemen said...

big sigh. thank you.

9:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

a lovely poem!

3:55 PM  

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