Nice day, eh?

The clerk was genuinely interested in my opinion:
sunny it was, cool and melty,
gray fuzzy patches of salty slush
lined the bare pavements
but the yards and tops of snowbanks
were smooth swan white;
the whole place looked like fairyland cake
and damned if I didn’t look like
some kind of giant gnome —
so damn me if I didn’t:
“Sure is.”

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About riverwriter

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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