Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step
If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right
She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.
Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
Perhaps he was a vampire
As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion
Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe
Even moonlight seemed to burn
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Lifting a scoop of earth.
And smelling the damp dark soil.
Nothing Is quite like it in the world. It recharges the soul.
Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.
Flames leapt from the cylinder illuminating the darkness
Leaving Charlene blinded as she stood still among the dancing white flakes
All she could think about in that moment was the story of the little match girl
Realizing that she was going to reprise the main lead role unless there was a Christmas miracle
Every year after, Charlene would leave out a hot toddy and peanut butter cookies because… well they were his favorite
Perhaps the big black and white guy didn’t know kung fu
Allison didn’t really care
Nothing made her heart happier than watching him play
Down among the well-chewed bamboo
All the scene needed was a tiger… On second thought, maybe not.
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Being so far apart just doesn’t feel right
Raging emotions flow like white water between us
It makes the divide seem so daunting
Discourse allows us to begin to build a way from both sides
Greeting each other on firmer neutral ground in the middle
Enabling us to have an honest discussion letting the turbulent water flow under the…
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