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The Night I Cursed the Snow



I still remember your footprints

You left in the snow the other day.

The white powder formed a protection

Around your foot.

And although you never noticed,

I made sure that

the snowflakes that fell

From the smokey pink sky

never covered your face

or our memories.

The air shrouded us,

and all i smelt was

misty leaves under the snow,

and your breath

as you whispered to me

how beautiful the night was.

and I heard

the many damp laughs

of all the spirits

that must have been watching us

that night,

clapping their hands

because they too

must have heard your whisper.

and as we headed

to the coldness

of the rest of our lives,

I cursed the snowflakes

as they began to go against my wish

and slowly fill in our memories

as they covered your face

and your footprints.

Justine Zingg 2/17/03