Issue 6:
Wish
Dave Ruslander

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Soundless as dots--on a Disc of Snow

I stood with hood up, galoshes unbuckled;
my navy blue knitted mitten outstretched
to catch snowflakes as I waited for you at the corner.

Soundless dots covered my woolen hand
like the Milky Way sprinkles night sky.
What mystified me were not the snowflakes;

rather the spaces within them.
For the first time I saw space instead of shape.
Slowly the snow transformed to water droplets.

As my toes began to ache, my cheeks became red dots;
I wondered why you didn't meet me
at the corner as you promised.

~Dave Ruslander

Title borrowed from the works of Emily Dickinson.

Dave Ruslander is a forgetful 51 year old who lives on his horse farm in Virginia with his wife, 2 horses, dog, cat, and 3 cocketiels. Email.

© 2001 by Dave Ruslander. All Rights Reserved.

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