there’s a little boy with spectacles

dressed in the suit he wore to his first communion

prowling downtown, studying hungry businessman

he begged his mother for a big boy haircut

said he needed to shorten the grey curls

blend in the receding hair line

he grew weary of the sandbox and the playground

swore he was ready for the scorching Sahara sand

he took swimming lessons at the local pool

preparing to face the Oceans of the world

though one morning his alarm didn’t go off

a stellar limbo between the seasons of his routine

his first time looking at the picture without the frame

a morning without his glasses

now, that’s colossally beautiful he’d whisper in astonishment

laying back down this one morning; just to watch the time

December

we were walking somewhere unfamiliar

from a place we couldn’t remember

i remember the way the snow was falling that night

tap dancing eloquently at my feet

an impossible tranquility on the busy city street

a brief moment between the dull roars of the city

i remember peering curiously

at the city lights painting our faces blue

complimenting the frosted windows

the snowed in cars

this was the first time i noticed

the beauty in our cracked lips

how we cherish smiles in a blizzard

and though the cold had frozen our limbs,

we laughed anyway

tears of joy freezing on our faces

a reminder and score keeper of the night.

so we stumbled towards the bus station

winter steering us home with iron hands.