I might forget this lightness 

carrying me beneath my feet

where I bootstrap my innocence. 

 

I am walking under the Sun

with my excitement beside me,

mixing snow marks into shapes of

unclaimed men, women, dogs, and squirrels.

 

The coffee shop is uncrowded 

so I settle into my seat,

and think about snow folk art,

but my heart soars back to her. 

 

My good friend advises believing in the magic,

but my solitude has not been wrong.

 

I am cautious knowing what it is, 

and what it is not. 

 

It’s the eve of love.

 

January 2026

Bowling Green, Kentucky, USA

 

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