Find Me At Six
FIND ME AT SIX
He put his scarf around her neck
find me ski jumping her nose and chaste slopes
free falling down her fresh snowy banks
to her lap of beauty in all three parts
there it sat in repose, so well rounded
beckoning me to pack some fresh snow
and I blush for snow women, please find me
connie pachecho
1/17/17
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