Three Lovely Heads

Three lovely heads turned left, looking, not where they must, but where they may. Two of three capped with color. The third: just light brown hair, up and off to reveal a flushed cold ear. The snow on the path whence they came is trampled flat from sporty snowshoes and tender paws.

Maybe, if I were to jump inside a lovely head… maybe each one is looking back at their tracks being eroded by the hill-top wind and wishing they, too, could go on such a wonderful ride through the crisp country air. Up and away, just as a snowflake, as high as the birds until the furiously white sun in the expansive blue sky melted each one back down among naked poplars, oaks full of curled brown leaves, and evergreens with their thin needles wiggling in the wind. They would set down on the diamond snow, yet the only depressions around would be the dimples in six smiling cheeks concealed by three lovely heads turned left, looking, not where they must, but where they may.

Written, for the most part, from 11:05 pm to 11:30 pm on Sunday, December 13th, 2009 in my childhood bedroom in Traverse City, Michigan.

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Chris

Attorney & Amateur Golfer

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