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James G. KochFirst SnowIt was the most opportuneMoment For the beginning of winter The first few Reticent flakes of snow Flecked from thick folds Of your hair As you rose half asleep At two a.m., Abandoning the closeness Of this narrow bed For that distance you love But cannot wholly abide.
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