We Might Never Make Snow Angels

By Richard LeDue

Window pane cold against my palm
as I count snowflakes, 
waiting for
same toys each night in the bath,
Vaseline before socks to prevent peeling,
a nightly diaper change at 8:05.

Your grill cheese for supper 
cut into the same sized squares
everyday-
crumbs still on the plate,
as I remember some dinosaurs
eventually became feathered
before the Ice Age.

Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2019, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2020, including a chapbook from Kelsey Books.