Today's poem is by Linda Lerner

A bad weather Time
       

stone cold, I say
you think I'm talking about
the weather which I am
when you ask, what it's like outside
would ask if you could, as
last winter when housebound;
snow could soften these days
like that powdery stuff we
used to get in New York,
remember? Wouldn't do anything now,
don't have to say it, I hear you,
a few promising flurries
feels more like those sorry
for your loss words I kept hearing
afterwards, fake weather, you'd say...
when the cold gets to be too much
I close my eyes and grab hold of your hand
as that last day and don't let go
till I feel the weather changing...
that's the past, you always said,
whenever I...

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Copyright © 2023 Linda Lerner All rights reserved
from Taking the F Train
NYQ Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission