Turn

Bands of sunlight alternate with blue shadow
Across Italian ice snow.
I pass through enchantment laid in pools,

Breathing Purim air:
The air of promise,
Promising, promising….

Warm early summer alternates with cold,
And my steps dance with the flux,
Slipping and regaining in my worn, wet boots.

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