Saturday
Snow
snow
started on Friday night
walking
home from the bus the sound of traffic muffled
Snowed
all night
Sun
burst up like Dagr
Bright
through the window.
The
white crystalline world alive
“What’s
it like? Where it’s cold like that.” Construction site In the Mojave
desert.
Waiting
for the mud truck.
“So
cold”, Olson said, “you don’t even notice it.”
Rowboat
The
boat hung half swamped over a clay spot just off the beach.
The
kids would come down in the sun and push it up and down the shore.
When
they tired of the boat they swam,
and
once a lake freighter, long and short like an inchworm in the light, paraded
down the lake.
The Monarch barely moved its wings, sharing the sun.
John Harold Olson - Is a retired Special Education teacher in Las Vegas. Transitioning to being a hospice volunteer.
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