It pains me to show my ignorance but sometimes it's unavoidable. All along I assumed that both my musings and my poetry would stay in cyberspace in perpetuity. This week I realized my error. Hence, the change in format.
We finally received a typical Minnesota snowfall a few days back. Seven to twelve inches depending on where you were in the metro area. The kind of snow that quiets everything, slows people down, leaves a breathtaking landscape. Too soon the swath of white is sullied by snowplows and shovels and everyday life. If we're lucky, the magic lasts a few hours, sometimes overnight.
On Loan
Snowfall
satin-glossed, pristine gesso
overlays town and drive alike
My footprints
reveal the rube trashing a Rauschenberg
left at the doorstep
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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