At Sweeties counter, I overhear that snow is in the forecast.
“What kind?” I ask.
“The white stuff,” is all they offer, mocking my resistance.
Like an expectant mother,
I can’t fathom that from this belly comes a baby,
a New Universe unto Itself
Covered for 4 or 5 or 6 months
in a soft
Kelly Salasin, November 2007