In the Parking Lot of a Small School

Lemon yellow lines on black pavement,
but the air is coated with snowflakes that
look like bright stars. They glitter as they
fall, blinking sleepy eyes while they drowsily
descend. Some wake before they hit the
ground, dashing their heads. Others fall
into the waiting arms of pine trees, coating
the branches with a fine, white dust.
A girl exits a dark blue van, wishing to
spin around In the snow. Instead, she
tilts her head back. The small crystals
gravitate towards her, suitors eager to win
a place on her sleeve. She allows the
soft flakes to graze her neck, her face, and
gently kiss her mouth. They land on eyelashes
and for a moment, it seems stories may be
read from the patterns imprinted on her eyes.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.