Ode to Kara
Ode to Kara In the silence of snowyour heavy step seems to vibratethrough the walls. I sense your presence as you walk, or rather hobble up our steep hill after school.Now it is white outside,each season quilts new colorsblurry and crispto frame your moving form.We share our young girlhoodat the widest point of a circle. Envisioning you now is easy.The