Sun slates, benign for grey,
She seldom begins
Without glancing back, yard frozen
Winter days
Shorter than they began
When the rays went every which way
Kaleidoscopes taped behind merry-go-round horses
Galloping and free
She smiles again,
Without the smell of his cologne
A seventies remnant, steam rises
Benign for grey
She starts a day.
Dorian LaGuardia
8 January 2019