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Howard Nemerov - Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry
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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 slow.

There came a moment that you couldn`t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
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