By Roger Mitchell

Featured Art: Wind by Mikhail Gordeevich Deregus

Lift a small shovelful of snow
               without a shovel
off the stubborn blanket of it
               in the field
and throw it completely away,
               quickly, too,
so quickly you couldn’t find it ever
               crawling
on your hands and knees, calling
               out its name,
puff of purest cloud, smoke
               of frozen fire,
wind’s breath, you,
               with no shovel
and a handful of white air.

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Roger Mitchell’s most recent book is Reason’s Dream (Dos Madres Press). He has new and forthcoming poems in several journals including Poetry East, Tar River Poetry, Mudlark, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Stand (United Kingdom), Triggerfish, and On the Seawall.