Khepri in Winter

Some sacred scarab,
it was believed, rolled
sun through the heavens,
brought us light, continuation —
the greener of all things gray.

How distinct from horses
or cats, harnessed and
dragging fire. Dubious,
I dissect a hard red candy
in my cheek, slowly melting —

As the gap-toothed boy
down the street, clenched
in a parka and new to wonder,
rolls this first snow into a ball
as thick as his shoulder.

Image: Timothy Dykes on Unsplash

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