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| The one lane bridge & Glen Allen Mill on the Yellow Breeches Creek |
Sculpting Snow Nudes
Did anyone call my mother
to let her know
that my teenage self
(way back when) was
sculpting reclining snow nudes-
voluptuous beings shaped
in newly fallen fresh snow
every winter
on the white bridge.
A narrow one lane white bridge
across the creek of our childhood
down a country road
across from the old mill
still there.
Red bricks, blue sky, white bridge, brown earth-
winter skating on a frozen pond
my virgin self imaging art
before it melts.
poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
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