I wrote this poem about a really happy time I had going out to dinner by myself whilst on a back country ski clinic weekend, away from home, on my own. I'm posting it because I haven't posted much lately and I want to keep my readers engaged. By the way, my new phone takes great photos!
Confessions of An Only Child
Ran
the night bridge from
Burlington to Winooski
over the river
in the
deep wet snow
and just right music light
to papa franks.
Ate Italian
sat with windows steamed
and listened to kids plan what to
do next; sled, drink and get the big guy
to carry the beer.
pasta, red sauce
chianti
cannolli
and a night run back
over the bridge
in the deep wet snow
a tangled medusa
alone and laughing.
2 comments:
Medusa was once very beautiful and lived far in the north were the sun didn't visit. Being very curious, she wanted to see the sun, and asked the Goddess Athena for permission to visit the south. Athena refused to allow her to visit.
You're pretty [and] articulate for an only child.
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