6 a.m.
Watching by the window. Rain.
Temperature. Not usually felt.
Cold and alive
Vivid imagination. Of winter and snow.
A call to breakfast breaks the spell. He was five
Time fluttered by.
Still no snow.
Quiet, behind the "window"
His 82nd birthday today.
An urn within a row
Looking out... where hibiscus grow
A silly young boy's dream.
A dream, old and cold.
A dream, by now no one knows...
