The Great And Powerful Penelope Trunk just gave her readers a New Year’s gift, and I’d like to pass it along to mine:
Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry
By Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and show.
There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
Happy New Year.