I love this. I'd like to see maybe a little more work on the last line.
Kenneth Wolman wrote:
> sharon brogan wrote:
>> I wake this June morning to storm warnings,
>> white caps on the mountains, dogs curled warm
>> against my knees. Even with the dogs, this bed
>> is too wide, too cold. The sky darkens and snow
>> falls into the valley. I comfort myself
>>
>> with cappuccino. Tomorrow is your birthday.
>> I braid this long hair, which I will cut off soon,
>> and tie it up with fake pearls. I put on rings,
>> a silver bracelet, a long-sleeved high-neck
>> sweater. I wish for blue sky, for a blond
>>
>> streak of sun to melt this snow. I wish
>> for summer flowers, for years and seasons
>> to fall away, for limber, painless youth. My hair
>> will grow back grey. The garden will bloom,
>> soon. Storms will come, storms will go.
>>
>
> And I am left utterly speechless.....
>
> Ken
>
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