Red bright in my beautiful dream, a snow queen
long locked-
our eyes met across the the ice cream counter
a green bag over her shoulders
of plastic and lace
her face unmarred unfleckled.
She sleep-walks to work. dreams her own dreams
counting foot-prints in the snow.
I left when I left her behind.
Perhaps this snow queen will come to me as
I sleep in beauty.
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