Among Cedars

Dora stands among cedars.
Snow falls.

Too sentimental.
Too beautiful

to become a poem
today.

A cargo ship in Puget Sound
passes behind her.

The city skyline
takes shape across the water.

It intrudes on the island.
Dora looks past it to the Cascades.

The passenger ferry intrudes as well.
Its port is several miles north.

We have hours.
It is best when

we stand together
among cedars

and the world melts away
under falling snow.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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