Used to be a fresh lawn
with heads of daisies
swaying in a gentle breeze
On the same path
to the grocery store
wind blowing mad
from the Southeast
Impossible to stay dry
on this journey
So I decided to let myself
get wet
to free my mind
Either soaked or dry,
I’m still trotting
at the same pace
we used to walk,
hand in hand
Treacherously frozen sidewalks
roar urging surrender
One daring step
into our memory becomes
more tiring each winter