by Ezra Zimmer
(Toronto, Ontario)

A haze of umber shrouded my gaze,
Through slumber I could but dream

Yet carrying the scent of fallen snow,
She sat down, smiled,
And glanced over at me

A phantom Hebe,
With eyes like the sea,

Some breeze of fervour must have washed through the trees...

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