up in a place where ice is
the color of the day
i met a lady of whose warmth
charmed the chill out of me
we laughed as if we were the
creators of comedy
we visualized ducks landing on glaziers
flip flop bottom to top
sideways being their view of the world
we shared frothy beers and when we toasted
we held our mugs up high
cheers being the call of our funhouse
decrying life as too short
to make such a stink over
we agreed to never stop laughing
a smile a wink a drink to good spirits
we touched glasses
my northern lady and i
by ritt