snowflake one: prayer

eyes closed in the morning light:
mr. sun, please make me white
diamond hard and cold like frost,
still despite the wild whipped froth
of wind through all my ivory hair–
make me diamond; let me care

for nothing. make me smooth and cool
to probing touch. sir sun, please school
me in the ways of ice and snow,
and most important: teach me to let go.

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