Much thanks to Brian Geiger of Vita Brevis Press for publishing this poem in his fine magazine.
I remember a Hazleton winter
The cars skidding off the road
Mountains of snow drifting ten feet high
The strong winds showing no mercy
It was quite a relief to get out of the cold,
to be inside my father’s produce store,
standing by the kerosene heater,
feeling my icy toes dethaw
For a moment, I felt a breath of spring
when I opened the wooden crates
of tangerines, fresh apricots,
and unwrapped the red delicious apples
I eventually got warm
with a steaming hot cup of coffee
while my snowy boots formed a puddle
in the middle of my father’s concrete floor.
Such a lovely memory of coming in from the cold!
You’re welcome, Mark.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Take a journey with Mark’s words!!!
Wow Mark! I loved this! You were so masterful at having your words take us on a visualized tour down memory lane to your Dad’s produce store. Bravo, My Firend Bravo Congrats on having this published!
Memory lane, indeed. 🙏🏻
Sounds heavenly to come out the cold like that! What a great memory. Thanks for sharing and congrats on getting it published.