the streets are clear enough for early morning travel
to repeat itself, uncluttered by a childish wish,
even the heaviest mounds
can't prevent the flight, except for a bird's migration,
nor can they hold back the first floods that have begun to trickle,
nor the frigid cold that will evaporate
with the sun's appearance
on stage
there will be the least of sets,
a painted snow drift and tree,
two characters in normal dress,
under the lights,
speak in a stage whisper--an aside,
and there will be a hint of what might be a snowfall romance
if they disappeared behind the curtain
two characters might appear on an empty stage
in a diffused light
there is no speech before
the morning rises
or before the evening falls
because two characters are erased
and a pencil is set aside
© cmheuer, 2013
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