Saturday, February 23, 2013

the first time I missed you

snow falls on Engelberg
(angel mountain)
street outside hotel window 

reading week 1981 

apres ski
narrow streets of ice
quaint alpine village 

mind gravitates to our growing friendship
accumulating
like snow on a street
wondrous white blanket of
knowing and giving
that begins to sparkle our little lives
and project the coming years
of ringed fingers and linked names  

I pick up pen and postcard
and draw a valentine
on this February 14th

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