Author: Ken Wagner

That deep spring snow
ten years ago

We stumble and fall
pushing through
the deep snow

Two trees that bend
then descend
into white drifts

I rise and push on

Slow thaw,
sunrise after sunrise,
snow on patches of grass

Spring sprouts here
sprouts there

Doorway swings
the shack; I’m gone
and yet I’m back

Offering
knock-knock jokes
to the thunder and sky

Waiting
for some reply