Eve Lowen

Nashoba Valley At Night

The artificial white blanket shines at night,
and vision is supported
by some overhead lights.

Lost snow found on my skin constantly burns,
while miniature moguls
form from continuous turns.

Ice patches hide just waiting to scare,
but everyone still dives down
without a care.

As the darkness grows and the buses show,
we all walk through
an artificial blanket of snow.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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