Sunday, February 9, 2014

Dead Twice

On my way to swimming practice Saturday morning, 
I stopped for breakfast near the Circle. 
On my way back to the bus stop, I saw giant pots 
topped by mounds of snow that reminded me 
of white froth on top of coffee. Beneath the froth,
remains of flowers had emerged. Long dead, they 
appeared, only to die all over again
in the winter air.

1 comment:

William Kendall said...

Fascinating textures, Speedway!