Over the Winter Lake

Breaking rough cold waves
– no foam –
thankful for shoulders that swivel
and hips that open wide
to take in the world.

Winter birds don’t whisper over ice.
Everything startles during the hush.

Immersed in his voice
– sharp laugh –
looking at flight askew
but still wishing for a few feathers
to take us a little higher.

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