Aside

Poem: The Snowy Mound

A toothsome breeze of shepherd’s pie

is lifted from a table near and right

beside, a sweaty pint of amber

sits waiting to be downed. A dog

inside, a scruffy rug, lies before the hearth,

and patrons in high spirits scarcely

notice the falling flame. The publican tends

the fireplace, kindling the logs inside,

and high above the snowy mound–

a wafting smoke.

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