at the lodge. my feet up
on a table,
stretched out
with eggnog
spiked hard.
she's out skiing, i
suppose.
climbing some mountain
in the frozen
snow.
skating on the ice,
hiking in the near dark
with her
grappling ropes.
if she comes back
i'll be here
for a while.
i check my watch
and adjust my turtleneck.
i'll give her another hour
then see
what's happening
at the bar.
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