Weather Winter
for J.S.

how we slipped into
what we slipped into
purely by chance

into the deep
water she’s unable to
or is unprepared to swim in
or flap around in

left the water, climbed the beach
whipping beach-towel about her

pissed off
about being unable to stand

not wanting me to have to
with my arms about her
save her, permit her air
keep her head above water

nor did she wish us
to go under together

we’ve come apart
rather than two warm bodies
among waves
in cold water


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:07 a. m. 11.03.08