False winter, suffering
without words. On the riverbank
frozen water, foot over ice.
Brittle mirror. A boy fell in last
year, branch reached out to catch
a receding hand. Over in an hour.
Mother collapsed on glass
leaves, you held her
shaking under a thick blanket.
Never a word. No sound
except pen scratching paper.
They say it was horrible to watch.
Two hours later the sky savage clear.
Quick, quicker, quickest.