spoke love, an ice rink first kiss

[some love lettering love for a rainy day bike]

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First kiss: behind Memorial Ice Rink:

We stand next to a pile of Zamboni ice,

mittens stuffed into pockets so that

when our hands touch each others’ by accident,

we will feel knuckles and nails

instead of factory knit wool.

[from the Love Lettering Project V]