Shadow soldier at the fete,
dancing, teasing, I laugh
at myself, only in time
to capture one last glimpse
Arm around my shoulders, in
the company of night-masked
revelers, he walks me into
the frozen aqua dawn
We step off the path to kiss
a bit awkwardly--in a patch of
winter berries like droplets
of blood on the snow--while
the others go on without us
Later, alone on the fourth floor,
amid stacks of dusty volumes
in German and French, I remember
His hand in my back pocket
and the empty city streets
and the garnet-strewn ground
and decide I can work with this
Oh, my God, I was so much
braver when I was young.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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