POETRY FOR OUTLIERS
Sunday, December 27, 2015
JUST LIKE MOTHER USED TO MAKE
Winter’s first snow
lay as thick
as my mother’s meringue
all whippy
and curliqued
fluffy yet firm
I would never eat
the snow on my driveway
I would never eat
my mother’s meringue
either
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