For Wilson Bentley
February 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
By Alex Karsten
A few degrees separate the rain
from a unique romantic opportunity
that the couple I’m walking past
can’t wait to take, but does so anyway.
I should hurry, look at my phone,
give them some sign it’s all right,
go ahead, instead of trying
to share their soggy velvet night.
They take turns watching me,
each other, and fielding soft fly
balls on the slushy sidewalk
near the empty dormitory.
It might only snow once this year:
one chance for them to kiss
with each individual snowflake
once again rain on their face.