A Kiss Of Cold
For Bonnie Harriett
Today awaken,
the first day gone,
snow lay resting on forbidden streets,
the land where lovers work and lovers stay,
is white and damp,
it chills my feet.
my soul is thin,
the slush seeps through.
In the things I see I remember you,
a house, a field,
some dogs and geese,
my hands, they freeze,
there is no release.
P. J. Campise
