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Make (of)  Me A Snow Angel


I made a snow angel
for your heart
you looked the other way
you're getting better at that
getting better at it each and every day

you're the engine that could
run away
from it all

I've got my snow suit on
and you're sitting in your chair
moping inside
the king at the computer
talking to the world
you do have your powers

I play hand puppets with the shadows
in the fading light on the walls of our bedroom
I am ready to go outside
play hide and seek
do anything

I'd cut my hair off so you would notice me
(would I?)
so I could be your pixie girl
so you might think I could change the world
again

the snow globe has tipped over
I think there is a crack in it
I think it might break
the swing set inside it is moving back and forth
like there is going to be an earthquake

or maybe another heart attack
are you coming back
or taking off again
even when you
are here you never seem to stay
when will you come out to play

I am getting tired of
waiting
I think boy
you need to turn the globe around
shake things up

and start making snow flakes

I think boy you need to find some boots
and a snow suit

there's only one way out of this
and you know it

get your butt out the front door
lay down on the ground like it
was a floor
and make

your snow angel

I don't care if it is
July.


Copyright September 9 2014
A reworking from a poem started earlier in mid July
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Melissa A Howells/ all rants/poetry/prose/dreams/ideas
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