kelly p. bergin

i am starting to believe that

the swell that overtook us

might have caused

the storm.

because the wind rushed in

and we flew sideways off the sidewalks,

pushed together

underneath awnings.

our hands cracked from cold

and the snow piled

before you left.

we saw carvings in ice and

a snowman,

made of days old

dust and rain.

we listened as he

looked up from his perch on a curb

and told us that

later, we would remember this.