The Death of Ambition

Jennifer Paige©1997

He was going to show me spring

But I made it snow again

This pleased me

            The way I could mute his glow

            Beneath clouds of snow

            How I dampened his dreams

            Under thick, clean slopes

            Of white

            And cold

            Like me

I fell for days and nights

In crocheted flakes of rain

Onto needles of trees

I laughed at their tiny green buds

I shrouded the tulips with a cloak of frost

            And crushed the red petals

            And emerald stalks

            Of his hope

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