Snow Daze

A future of snow

that is only a joy

never a burden

(but also a sorrow)

the children already

longing like

the first poem

I ever wrote

to read aloud

about longing 

personified!

She had cool silver hair

I was secretly

applying tinted

lip balm

at the time,

coffee-colored,

a humiliating 

smear of sensuality

don’t tell my parents

even today,

what I did to my face

between bumps on the bus

good country mornings when

the bus flipped 

in the snow,

I missed that day,

Luanne had to

drive backwards,

bus drivers were always blonde

though not as blonde 

as longing