Donal Mahoney
Photo: Marco Fedele
To lie in bed
this morning of a snow
when neither of us
has to go
anywhere for hours
at least. To sprawl
and talk of what
we hope for.
Better, what we know
the years will bring
and contemplate
just knowing
we can see it all
up there
on the ceiling
all aglow,
our life
played out
in color now,
this morning of a snow.
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