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American Life in Poetry: Snowballs

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By Ted Kooser

Here's a poem by Christopher Todd Matthews that I especially like for the depiction of the little boy who makes more of a snowball than we would have expected was there. This poet lives in Lexington, Virginia.

Eating Them As He Came

Dark by five, the day gives up and so do I,

stalled at the top of the stairs I forget what for,

adrift in a scrap of dream that's not a dream

exactly but a stupor, unrefined. I go astray

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