Sport 31: Spring 2003
Snow White
Snow White
You walk uphill,
check for ice
under rubber
oles—the black
kind, you're told, appears
suddenly. The children
laugh into orange
gloves, a girl touches
your coat-arm, asks, ‘Where
do you live?’ The crow
calls hah! hah!, flies
to the tip
of a power pole. Beside
a Buddhist cemetery snow-
dusted trees
stand like friends
in a carpark.
You crunch by
the path, fumble
in the coat, locate
the heart, get down
on your hands & knees
& push it deep
into the roadside snow.