Thursday, June 24, 2021

Seventy-seven:

 77

That one time 


visiting me


when you saw 


sunlit snow 


striking off crystals


bouncing, childlike 


one winters day


scooping it up 


into your hands


as an adult


dipping your tongue 


into the delicious cold of it


“Would you never?” You said.


“Jesus it’s wonderful!”



~

21June2021

Markle-

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