Monday, March 5, 2012

It Felt Like the First Day of Spring

I saw a monk on rollerskates today
he was weaving between runners
and cyclists, his habit flapping in the
speed-created breeze.
                                     We weren't
alone out there, the monk and I ~
sixty-degree days at the end of
winter drag people out with the
promise of tomorrow's water-
cooler story.
                      Sixty degrees won't
last, though. Winter hasn't let go
quite yet. The monk and I were
lured out today, to skates and bike
enjoying the warm respite. I have
gloves and a jacket; I wonder if the
monk has ice skates.

No comments:

Post a Comment