When the snows from Lake Erie begin to melt each spring, the downward curved edge of every street becomes a small rippled stream. The water bends around each corner, slips under arched snow slender as a child’s steepled fingers, and gathers into lilliputian seas. Riding a small twig, imagination reaches farther than whispered gossip on a ramshackle school bus.

walking home 
the roundabout way 
mittens in pockets 

Bio: Kate MacQueen