Afternoon Poem, December 29, 2015

On a warm winter day

A young girl runs through the wind

She has lost her coat

And her long hair is flying backward

As if in exultation.


Her fists are tight

But she smiles

Certain that one more stride

Will result in flight


Copyright 2015


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