{"id":6460,"date":"2019-12-08T14:53:39","date_gmt":"2019-12-08T21:53:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=6460"},"modified":"2019-12-23T14:22:06","modified_gmt":"2019-12-23T21:22:06","slug":"the-snow-globe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=6460","title":{"rendered":"The Snow Globe"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Die Gartenlaube (1856) <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Marge Simon<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
Once upon a time,
a child is given a snow globe
by an aunt or an uncle,
he can't remember which.
\u00c2\u00a0
Inside the globe,
a little man sits on a bench
looking at a little woman
with silver slippers,
her arms are outstretched
as if to embrace the sky.
\u00c2\u00a0
When he shakes it
the world inside
becomes alive.
He thinks it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s magic,
but he doesn't know for sure,
he is only a child.
\u00c2\u00a0
His conscience, a cornucopia of hopes. On this night, he shares it with the graceful woman in<\/em><\/span>
 silver slippers. He takes her hand, for he has much to say. She listens attentively, but she <\/em><\/span>
already knows what it will be. She loves the way his hair fall across the small scar on his <\/em><\/span>
cheek. The way he smiles before a sentence, as if to be sure she is following him. He has so <\/em><\/span>
much to tell her, but the snowing always ends too soon. There's never enough time.<\/em><\/span>


Tomorrow, she says, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll stretch our arms farther across the infinite, to be born again<\/em><\/span>
within the past. Skirts whirling, she turns round and round. Her slippers dissolve in a slivery <\/em><\/span>
blur. A snowfall of stars descends.<\/em><\/span>

The child is sleepy.
He stops shaking the globe,
places it carefully on his dresser.
But before climbing in bed,
he looks again at the snow globe.
Just for an instant, it seems
the little man is waving
as if to say goodbye.










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