there’s no snow in our snow globe

Noiselessly punching

up through the water,

I watch from the dinghy,

shifting my weight,

the water heaving beneath

as you swim

relentlessly,

relapping.

 

Distracted

by air flecks of non snow –

music bubbles I reach up

to burst,

to release those pleas for you

to open your hand…

 

(part two)

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