What was, what will be

If I told you my sadness
drifted like snow.

If your days scattered
like pearls on linoleum.

If I tipped the fridge
for you to look under.

Would you, barefoot, bring hot cocoa
with your tentative fingers?

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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