in the parking lot of Kildare’s
a light snow was falling
as the music ended
just enough that we
spent a few extra minutes
seeing each breath
as we brushed off our cars
and although I complain
about the ice and the cold
I was conceived in the heart
of a New England winter
and first fell in love as the snow
piled in mighty drifts high
on the southern shore of Lake Ontario
all those many years ago
11 December 2013
Oak Street
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