Praying Hard For Snow Days
I was born in the hearth of the snowbelt
knee deep winters-pond hockey
a long driveway with a small coal shovel
pegging cars with snowballs
long slogs to school
slow brained learner
like an icy march river
-praying so hard for snow days.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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