December 18, 2012
It's fat and splashes on my head,
melts one way down the back of my neck,
which explains the shivering,
then the other way off the tip of my nose,
which explains the handkerchief –
the same one I used to clean my son's
nose when he was six years old.
Everything’s just gone gray and the red
in the clouds means the sky is thawing.
Naugatuck River Review - Summer 2014