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Sep 2016
Tiny shards of ice
Bouncing off the ground
Like shattered glass
Mimicking the sound

Yearning to be snow
Intricate as lace
Instead, micro mirrors
Searching for a face

Hoping to float, flutter
Dart like a bee
Sorry little rain drop
Tis not cold enough
To be
My first poem I ever gave a serious try....
Was under my truck doing a repair...
Suddenly, I hear a strange sound, I turn my head and see sleet bouncing off the ground...
Went home and did my poetic best to describe
Bill MacEachern
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Bill MacEachern  64/M/Boston
(64/M/Boston)   
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