It Snowed While We Were Gone

Her breasts always remind me of the morning,

of new beginnings,

and of little babies. 

Her breasts are fine breasts,

her back is a fine back,

her neck is a fine neck.

One night while we were making love

it snowed.

In the morning when I looked out I said without thinking,

“It snowed while we were gone.”

She laughed.

“Where did we go?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said,

And wondered about it for the rest of the day.

1972