i saw snow

when i woke up

and i thought of you

the long winters of

your discontent

you endured

and if the divorce

became final yet

too bad

time's short

we could've had coffee

could've seen the faces

behind the words

you are refreshing

as the air that hits me

as i get off

the bus

it all seems so different

i'm not the hick

who got off the bus

13 years ago

just when looking

at the skyscrapers

made me drool

i guess a degree

and a lot of life learning

has made me realistic

still, across the water

NYC is a clever seductress and

still knows

how to stir

passion

even in the hearts

of the most jaded men

"strangers in the night

in the night

exchanging glances. . . .

strangers in the

night

what were the chances???"

old blue eyes

always had an attitude

wanna dance?

Dance You Say?

you

dear friend

are amazing

even though

it snowed that morning

surprising

the early springing iris

the bright-eyed robin

hardly noticed

the glowing white scene

beneath his branch

bravely

facing the wind

knowing

you were close

so close

piqued

my thoughts of

you too

a shared breakfast

with cups of smiles

stirred deeply with laughter

would have ended

delightfully

leaving work

outside

I sipped the steaming coffee

searching

the distant sky

reaching

for your thoughts

your distant nearness

because i knew

the wind was from the north

the divorce became final

eons ago

with a bitter, bone-chilling wind

january decided

29 was enough

granting my birthday wish

in a courtly chambered snow

signing at last

i remember coming home

alone

thinking of the enormity

and my 25 year old

made my mind freeze in it's tracks

truth and honesty had cleared a path

quickly

no pardons

no prisoners

now

sunrise paints my view

each morning

with soft musical hues

of freedom

that sway with the moving lights

(it had to be frank)

in a NY minute

playing

another chance???

"dance you say?"

"sure, love to!"

By soft`rain

April 6, 1998