the old cheap plastic sleds
made a graceful though swift skidding
feet
in stirrups of snow
little hands
angels of the cold
clutching at
over night braids
of dazzling icicle ornaments
appearing off Mommy's back porch
seasonal treasures
to the CHRISTMAS scenes
of children's winter play
with all innocence and wonder still
intact
all that hot cocoa drank and pissed out
in breathless delight
leaving yellowed ice angels in the snow bank
to tell the tale of too much fun on a cold, cold
day
had by one little apple cheeked girl of seven
that was me in the winter of 1975.............
(written Nov. 12, 2002 10pm)