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,
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:
Fascinating textures, Speedway!
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