His hood is raised to hide from the frozen rain.
One step, two steps, he focuses on the yellow
glow behind lace curtains.
Stooping to the ground he digs his hands into the cold
slush, loosely forming what should be a ball.
With a toss of his arm, the ice flies
through the air, landing against the window
where the lace curtains are captured.
He stands back, waiting for her
to spread the curtain with a hand,
then beckon him to the side door
where she will stand in the light, casting shadows
onto the sidewalk, onto him.
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