M. Rephun (c) December 2, 2007

On a cold day,

In a warm room,

Looking out the window, you can see

A sky like a weathered photograph

Dust-covered, painted in shades of grief; damp leaves

And snow, that falls and covers everything

Branches, dashboards, telegraph wires,

With a filmy whiteness, like a blindness that grows through the years

Or an old family film, where the people move too quickly

Lips parting and closing, though no words form

As though they were trapped underwater

Crying Save me, save me, remember, I was here