Poem: To Joy

well polar bear, i finally

feel i can talk to you.

i'm thrilled you're frolicking

in the snow,

at least one of us is.

let there be snow from the west,

joyful wind pushing

my skis down the mountain

above the crevices

of agony and pain.

now I lay on my bed

holding a morsel

of electron from that

cheerful time, wasn't it

fun? wasn't it fun?

A Johnson

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