A.G.E's Joint

  Emily is not used to the cold Sweater never off Dreaming of the cute instructor In the lounge. Pastor piqued interest Of skiing down the peak Mom thinks he's a creep As she peeks into the room She's along for the ride Everyone else is the same way Built for warmer climes Beach is her sandman

  I wish for the hush of the snow A silence enduring  Freshly plowed streets Crystal Icicles I look out on the white abundance And sip my coffee Until the last moment When I hear the children sledding down the hill. The world, for a moment Is at peace.

  Open your mind Before you open your mouth Canapés are so yesterday Quiche is the new way For the new day At the tavern.