Devil’s Dream No. 1

You stand watch at the back door of the lodge.
The mountain disappears in a flurry; a figure comes toward us: he
is what we are waiting for.
A landscape of snowy bridges and walkways is revealed.
The man smiles and shakes hands with everyone. When he
touches you, I feel a spike of fear.
I say, “The devil has the face of the man
to whom I lost my virginity.” You walk off with him
in the snow.
I run out with no gloves or boots. I pursue you
and Jerry, calling your name. I lean over an underpass.
If I can just tell you I love you, you
will have to come back to me.
A man under the bridge turns up his
snow-covered face.

Snow-covered pine branch
Image credit: Peter Vrabel

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