One winter in Damascus, surprising the desert,
it snowed! I showed my students,
who were studying The Scarlet Letter
and Leaves of Grass, how to lie on their backs,
arms straight at their sides, and then extending them,
plow that white snow with their hands
above their heads, making great wings
for snow angels!
In ten or twenty years it will snow there again,
and those students will teach their children
and they will say, "A long time ago"
this is what my teacher taught me."