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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Snow Angels

snow meadow Yosemite
Yosemite meadow whispers, 
wind brushes snow. 
"Where no man has gone before!"
 My brother says, dropping his body 
prone on his back 
then laughs hysterically, 
swim his arms and swish legs.
Leave a perfect angel.
Back out cover tracks, 
 branch of cedar perfume.
Driving home pass the valley
 where  El Portal rests
under the cover of fog.
Is Cary Stayner still alive?
Do ghosts haunt the town?
His brother returns from abduction, 
scarring the family.
Those Devils never learned how to make snow angels?

Caroline Gerardo 3/5/2016 Copyright


fog el portal yosemite

snow meadow yosemite

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