Daily Living

[Don Schaeffer]

Through gritty scratchmarks in my memory,
I see the small pockets of light
where I reside in a matrix of gray.

Dashing into my nest
to escape the impossible
has been alright since

hollow granules
filled with ice cream
run through the gravel.

Emerging from the hole,
like the captive loving the kidnapper
I am going to miss my Winnipeg in Winter.

[Jay C]

The 2nd one is great, That little girl reminds me of A Chrstmas Story, she has so many layers on her arms are stuck out. She also looks like shes falling out of her stroller from the weight of them.

[Don Schaeffer]

Thanks Jay