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.