November 14, snow began to fall Red sweater, sleeves too long; black pants too short Three holes in his worn out shoes, a large pair of frames on his snow clad nose. Ruffled hair He stared at the closed gates and laughed like an idiot. She just agreed to his dinner date. When Diana rested and Apollo slept, the sky was dark with no stars in sight He would polish his dad’s black leather shoes, straighten the bow tie on his penguin suit Midnight, his hunchback mother would ask, “who is she? this girl you are off to see?” Continue reading "14 12 18"