Classic Poem

Standing on the lake, I felt my heart
growing heavier, growing old.
He clopped his gloves together,
shot me a look so warm it hurt.
Hell, it's cold! he laughed. And colder
tomorrow. Shifting to the other

foot, he shivered an emphatic God
— and set revolving into space
another shapeless cloud
of crystals, impalpable, separate....
Breathless tonight I caught it
full in the face.