Snow

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If we, as we are, are dust, and dust, as it will, rises,
The we will rise, and recongregate
In the wind, in the cloud, and be their issue,

Things in a fall in a world of fall, and slip
Through the spiked branches and the snapped joints of the evergreens,
White ants, white ants and the little ribs.

-- Charles Wright