Feet crunch in satisfying snow
not the slush
as the time the truck driver had
no time to slow his wheels
the feeling of being drenched
is like accidentally falling
into an ocean
the city girl came back to the island
fell off the edge of the boat
snickers hummed around the crowd
I can still build myself up
when I am sopping wet.
The everlasting drip of the tap
won’t break me.
Or will it?
Feet crunch in satisfying snow is a very open and welcoming line invites the reader to enjoy the slush ness of the snow
The poems ends on a high and empowering note well done joevijo