From: Mary, Detroit
To: Keith, Detroit

Out

white in white breath
rises drifts through falling
snow breath your breath
tangles
with mine joining
your fingers melt
six sides merge
into one pearl
drop clings to another
drop sliding
down branches bend
bow dip bob
flakes cling
to your skin
wind licks
your damp lips
I crawl
laughing
into the winter
warmth of your arms.

Mary Stebbins, for Keith