For Shore

we rolled in the snow
and rolled a snowball
increasing in size to be
the size of the bottom 
of our snowman

(now before anyone
objects or gets upset
we both agreed that
our frankenstein
creation would

be a man) so as cold
as the snow glowed
rosy on my sweet's 
cheeks the ball
suddenly

rolled down hill and as
if it knew where it was
going became bigger
with time and as time
passed we forgot about

the past until one day
telling her we were
going on a cruise
for two there
suddenly

was a third for
twice back 
across the
Atlantic we
ran into a 
berg

children
and women
first for we had
all along been on our 
own once made Titanic
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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