#91

A
this was wild and new
crunch of freshly fallen snow
exciting,  fresh,  sweet

B+
secrets revealed in slight dishonesty
blinded by the sun still
streaking through the clouds

C-
drifting slowly farther
away from the coast —
not quite ready for a life raft
but sure the shore too far

D
derisive laughter: a secret language —
little conversation without condescension
a delicate dance toeing the line
between delusion and reality

F
falling face first forward —
snow once shallow
deep enough now
to swallow me whole

in response to B+

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