27 February 2022

By Philip Kuepper

The boat lay upside down
on the sawhorses,
dreaming of being
rowed. Snow
had fallen in the night,
doubling the size of the boat,
now half snow. The boat
dreamed a snow dream,
a dream so close to being
a fairytale, it came near to becoming
true. Yet
the snow had snow the boat,
and, in so snowing, snowed itself,
seeing how the sun
was melting it.

(20 February 2022)