for every dollar we didn't have
another inch of snow
that year there was so much
we did not have
and so much snow
shifting in the shadow branches
that fell across the yard
it dreamed in silence
and for the first time my own dreams
remained invisible and blank
far away, cars carried people into their lives
my children in their too-small coats
scooped fresh snow into blue bowls
into each bowl I poured
a rich stripe of maple syrup
snow ice cream
they licked the bowls clean
the last crystal
melting on my daughter's lip
looked like a light going out
for every dollar we didn't have
an invention, a new game, a memory
laid down, cold but sweet
as good, I hoped, as money in the bank
© by Ginny Lowe Connors.
Used with the author's permission.
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