| 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.
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