There is a gap
where words have forgotten
to flow ~ all crowded at the edges
like snow drifts around a frozen pond.
If I put on my white leather skates
with the sharp silver blades
I could set out on the ice and
carve a poem in it’s frigid surface.
Tonight my skates don’t fit and
the blades are dull. Tomorrow,
I will skate under the blue sky
as the sun sets in the west ~
a childhood dream that is
the imagining of my heart.
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
~ Pablo Picasso
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