[milik: Inuit for very soft snow]

perhaps it was the giddy
first blush of puppy love
but he awoke
that morning knowing that
she would be at the pond
with her girlfriends
and there he could skate
in the same air as she
after a quick but hearty
breakfast he sped
to the pond with
his scraper and skates
and was soon
clearing the milik
from the hard blue ice
as he sped around the pond
the light dusting of fresh snow
fluffed into the sharp fresh air
the sky was sharp cobalt blue
his puffs of breath
mingled with the lofting snow
then she was there
with her friends
and he was drifting
gently over the pond
rising easily into the cobalt sky

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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