Poem: To Joy
well polar bear, i finally
feel i can talk to you.
i'm thrilled you're frolicking
in the snow,
at least one of us is.
let there be snow from the west,
joyful wind pushing
my skis down the mountain
above the crevices
of agony and pain.
now I lay on my bed
holding a morsel
of electron from that
cheerful time, wasn't it
fun? wasn't it fun?
A Johnson
Photo by A Johnson
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