Jul/Aug 2000 Poetry

A Campari at Contina D'Ampezzo

by Duane Locke


A Campari at Contina D'Ampezzo

Now with snow outside,
The whole landscape, a pure whiteness,

I understand. I had a choice of roads;
I took the one towards the deepest winter.

It was the wild green road I loved,
But was afraid not to freeze.

The pale blue shadows between
The high piled snow,

A blue like the blue of her eyes,
Were some compensation.


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