"White Shadows"
Six years old, wrapped in a parka
and sitting,
Buddha-like,
with my back against the frozen wind.
They say that if you sit like that,
you leave your shadow in the snow.
A shadow of innocence
that doesn't melt 'til spring.
[first published in The Claremont Review...]
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