white snowflakes
are scattered
on red
the pattern
regular
I try
not to think
too much
not to look
too close
pretend each
shape is
unique not
the same
repeaters
the same
pattern again
and again
the red
unfurled
on the floor
spattered
on the ground
beach
classroom
bed
the red
the red
Catherine D’Andrea taught French, raised two children, and confronted cancer before succumbing to poetry. She is a graduate of the MFA program at Western Connecticut State University and her work has appeared in Blue Heron Review, Literary Mama, The New Verse News, Poor Yorick Journal, and other publications. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two cats.
