he is a bit stooped
as he walks up your snowy walk
using his cane
white beard starting to form icicles
“reminds me of the Alps”
he says
as he enters your warm house
unwraps tartan scarf removes woolen coat
he is old by now
but you wouldn’t be able to tell looking
into aqua blue eyes
clear and shining
very polite and proper
he sits and drinks some coffee
with his cake
china tinkling with a slight shake of hand
he wants to know about the structure of your house
how it was built
dimentions
special features
and he smiles as you tell him of
bay windows and the three season sunroom
in fact
the smile never leaves his face
as he points his wizened finger towards the window
and says again
“reminds me of the alps”
and you smile back
thinking alpine thoughts on the wintry prairie
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