poem

 February

Cold dreary February day

The sky a gray ocean above

With a perforated floor

The rain falls in heavy dollops

Walloping my face and forearms

Somehow it's too warm for snow

But my blood has slowed to a slush

I used to see myself  

As a roiling cumulonimbus

Gathering strength to someday unleash 

Upon the ramparts

Of the remaining world left unscorned

But it all just leaks out in pieces

I meant to be the deluge that drowns 

A lifeless parched earth

But instead it’s just death 

By a million heavy drops

As we say in surgery:

All bleeding eventually stops 

2/28/23