What Can Happen In a Second

Flakes melting to clear outlines where they landed

Solid

Gripping

Ledges, legs, and torsos.

Refusing to let go unless they are blessed

Which of course they are

Of course the sun diffuses their unparalleled bodies

Brushing their sinews with grace

Soothing their fight to just drippings

In fact,

every last flake eventually

Drips.

Drips.

Drips.

Returning with thanks and landing into overflowing pools heavy with infinity drips

Until again flakes forget and this miracle we see again.