It’s snowing nonstop
on the moon over Central Park.
Pop rocks and soda fizz
on my face as we go across
white blankets to a penthouse
apartment I’ve never seen before.
Later, Jackie Kennedy and I
wind up standing in
Joan Rivers’ guest bathroom –
the one with the orange wallpaper.
Behind the faucet is a jar
full to the top with silver dollars.
Hand on my shoulder, Jackie says
Poor lady, she forgot to take them with her.
I originally published this illustrated poem almost exactly 6 years ago as part of a collaborative poetry event called The Full Moon Social – so it seemed a good one to pull from the archive for the full Snow Moon tonight. Joan Rivers had passed away a few months before and her death from complications from a minor surgical procedure had dominated the news cycle for a short time. A little of that coverage had seeped into my subconscious and surfaced as a dream that I worked into this poem.