Spewing words like an endless stream of tears
My friend Danni has been gushing an outrageous torrent of stream of consciousness writing and gorgeous poetry from her blizzard-wracked dream shack in a tiny Alaskan village.
I miss lattes
and smoothies
hugs and being loonie
the afterglow
the beforeglow
and a group of friends baying at the full moon
car rides
bike rides
the holding of hands
the raising of glasses
a certain connection of heart
walks down an alley
the back way
the side way
the mountains in the morning.
There are moments, here, there are
but I miss,
still
I miss…
Soon, Danni, so soon.
