March Snow
Winter 2017 poem I revised this year.
The snow sticks the landing but at the price of blooming lilacs. The blizzard thunders and thrashes into South Baltimore like the nerve scathing screech of slick car wheels, moments before a vehicular disaster once one imagined in a Final Destination movie when the franchise was still alive. The storm tramples over the …
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