February 1984

Heat that rises

from sweating pavement

Ice cream that falls

from careless grasping hands

Breakers of refreshment

crashing on a beach

crowded with life

of all the dreams that come

with winter’s icy edge

why would these persist

while others flee

What a wond’rous gift

is the humans mind

that can recall the sun

when snow confronts the eye

and ice lies on the shore