Anna Oneglia   © 2013 All Rights Reserved

Black Snow

ďIím in a pelican sort of mood,Ē
she said as they drove home
with a trunk full of groceries,
everywhere the slow way,
the snow scabbed
and glistening, mounded
on either side of the street.

Mustíve been the geese,
he thought, up from the pond,
skimming treetops, that sent her
gliding over salt spray,
maybe a sail-finned horizon,
the sky humming
what the sun was singing.


Roger Pfingston
Copyright © 2013  

Roger Pfingston has poems in recent issues of Naugatuck River Review and Innisfree Poetry Journal. His latest chapbook, A Day Marked for Telling, is available from Finishing Line Press. New poems will appear in the fall issue of Poetry East.

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