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Circumstances... Of Love
By
Richard P. Haesche
Wintry moon tucked away behind
dark-browed, frowning clouds. Snow
swirling in a bingo-ball array of
phantasmal spirals blown by a
northwest funnel of wind. Stalactited
icicles clustered in familial closeness
distend from a gabled roof while a wisp
of smoke heads up the chimney shaft
to be dispersed in a million directions
and losing forever the subtle after-scent
of...popping corn, cologne, buttered rum
...and ecstacy.
...through frosted panes,
diffused contentment.
