crazy emmie bought teacher’s chalk at the five and dime,
went out in the six inch snow and wrote love letters to biker anne
on the sidewalk.
they all said, “anne honey,
i saw a blue star out the back window last night
and i know it means that this year will be different.
do you remember the barn owls and how they looked like taloned angels
those nights we made love and the scents were
straw, saddle soap, horse feed, and us?
baby, i’m not always crazy,
sometimes winter only stays the month–
if march is kind, i could still be your girl,
before time circles the night and i never see you again.
i love you now as i always have.
every year she swears she won’t steal money for the chalk,
go out barefoot in january
and have to spend two weeks up at reed city,
but some resolutions fall like flakes, pretty and helpless
under their own fragile weight.
for Real Toads.