Sparks in a Snowstorm
by Carl Wade Thompson

Sparks in a Snowstorm
February embraced, a cold Hell
that Dante dreamed.
What Ring is this? The ice hangs,
crystal nails fit to crucify,
sleet falls fast on raw cheeks.
Transformer blows up bright
blue and orange sparks,
a welder’s arc,
perfect in the blackout,
roaring to memory.

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