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Flaked Eyelashes of Snow

by Ani Boghossian

I remember you once told me That they sit In strange, gauche poses Bringing comfort Only To bewildered rooftops On the purple universe… Dampness We slurp dampness from the midnight trees That become stunned clouds Above And forget to snow (It is only me, dear Wind Listening in you…) We can be like cello strings Trembling for music And when fingers touch We’ll stare At those passing strangers. They are here for just one night Whistling a tune about The selected snowflakes on the eyelashes of God.