My heart flutters 
like butterfly wings 
I wish it
was my stomach 
for I’d think 
it was love 
but now I
think it’s just 
a rickety old
car that’s been 
driven down the 
same old rutty
road called life 
and it’s bumps
and bruises felt
by my ticker

And long ago 
when I did 
you said that 
I painted you 
with brighter colors 
than you had 
are paints meant 
to be exact 
or are they 
the mirrors of 
the eyes seen 

Things are different 
a mile up 
clouds hang closer
sun shines brighter 
and all around 
me it blows 
but not here 
in a bowl 
we do find 
ourselves like fruit 
more for show
than for snow 

Ooops almost forgot 
to pen something 
life you know 
sometimes takes priority 
here I am
as always hours 
later sitting quietly 
and watching snow 
make its final 
hurrah knowing that 
like most of 
what I did 
today will disappear 

Afternoon turns
to night 
by way 
of rain 
laden clouds
winds whip
angry epithets 
as tears
smash against 
my windows 
sending tired
old fingers 
to pool
in the 
dirty corners 
before dripping 
into puddles 
one last 
hurrah vainly 
rising up