Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Enclosed please find one
perfect snowflake, which fell
this morning on my sleeve button,
framing its six-fold dihedral
symmetry in a circle of brass.
Recalling your love of the hexagram,
I couldn’t let perfection pass,
ran for envelope and stamp.
I’m counting on the general chill
to see it to you before it thaws;
not that I really think it will,
but it was lovely while it was.