Wakefield, Eleanor2023-09-262023-09-262023-092160-617Xhttps://hdl.handle.net/1794/28905"Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn’t tell. And then they clearly flew instead of fell." -Howard Nemeroven-USCreative Commons BYpoetryundergraduate researchJournal Editorial: “A Gradient Invisible—Blurring Disciplines Through Undergraduate Research”Article