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Down Sheridan Drive
snow banks, tall and awkward-
alive, unknowingly cold
and too tempting
clunky feet go first,
obviously to cold wetness
(until much later,
when peeling off shoes, plastic bag-covered-socks...
too broke to buy snowboots)
plop down, butt first, then
back, arms out and whoosh. whoosh. whoosh.
a powder marble angel appears.
another, then another and off!
falling, sliding, kissing
overwhelmed by the crystal emense foreverness until...
the apartments buildings leering ...