Sunday, November 22, 2009

A Walk in Winter

A Walk in Winter
D. Lawrence Ficklin
11.23.09


They fall like stars
Tiny, frozen stars
Caught by streetlamp and headlight
Brushing upon my cheek and brow
And as they melt
The droplets run
Like tears down the creases by my mouth
But I'm not crying

I swear.

While the droplets run
I walk on and on
Run down the creases by my mouth
But I'm not crying