Ashmun

At Sixty-Two i have had a good winter
only fallen once on ice. Old strong shoulder recalled my younger bruise that only took a night to languish. Both hands wrapped the wheel sliding on icy skates my trailer met me, next to me surprised my brakes i was too close to say hello. But a lucky muddy ditch nabbed me up short with the same brisk breath i almost felt today. Ashmun....