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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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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