This entry is part 18 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The slow and steady
accumulation of snow
making everything strange

reminds me of my father
reading aloud to the family
from a book in his lap,

the whisper of pages turning,
each of us building a picture
all our own.

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