NOW AMONGST THE PALM TREES

Once upon a time
I shoveled snow
and blew it
and loved the sense
of snow flakes
melting on my cheeks.
And skating on the ice
was nice

 

Now amongst the palm trees
I’m so pleased to be
rejoicing in my memories.

 

It is enough to be old
without contending
with the cold.

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