Sunday, December 3, 2017

Care Weather

You, someone somewhere,
Every five minutes I checked
The window to look for snow.

I knew as I descended
From a soul who could have been
To a soul who never was
That you’d existed somewhen,

Hat brim down against the storm,
Hair tucked under your collar,
The ghost of who might have been.

I stood on the lamp-lit porch,
Staring into snow's shadows.
If I ever caught your face,
I could care for you again.

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