Stopping for a red light
Hanging on the line, motor revving,
impatient as always,
but floating softly
arm in arm,
a gang of snowflakes descended towards my
windshield, shouting, laughing, broad smiles,
cheering as they landed,
and the yellow sounds
shook from the breeze
melting at eye level
taking their joy
and spreading
it across my heart.
Richard W Smith
January 19, 2011
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