standing in the street
her tongue is sticking out
as she catches snowflakes upon it
from my apartment above her
I am singing a song
it travels into her ears
and our eyes meet
she begins to walk away
and I yell at her to stay
she smiles, but does not
I shut my window
In the street there is silence
I listen but hear nothing
her footprints are etched in snow
I place my foot carefully in each one
they lead off into woods
the darkness makes them hard to follow
the last one is on a river bank
where did she go?
There is a paper sailboat
drifting on the water
It left a childs hand
who wanted to see it sail
by Timothy Poovey
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