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Snow Globe
Theo suited up in blue
padded winter coat, zipped
and hooded, Velcroed footstep
light up space boots from Target
in the dark garage. I push
the button and the monstrous
segmented insect wing
of the door breaks suction
with the step in which it rests
and rolls its creaking panels
onto the tracks above us. Daylight
replaces the close-knit gloom
of us with the light of our breathing
bodies. An alien planet presents
itself in the square portal
of our shuttlecraft. It’s so cold
the boy has to be taken
by the hand and led into the aching
brightness of snow, some new
world caked and encrusted, this a funnel
of flesh-eating wind.
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