Last Snowflake

• Canadian clouds spit out

snowflakes like clowns

spilling out of a Volkswagen beetle.

they tumbled about and headed down south

to cross the Great Lake

towards Oswego


But one flake held back

he was planning to catch

winter thermals

and float even higher

than ever a snowflake had flown...

he was going up into his own

he wanted to be

the first snowflake

set free

& kiss the clouds

on his way down


he was circling

for eyes wide and brown.

hoped to slide down her nose

through her tongue

to her toes

frost a glint in her eyes

wet her mouth opened wide

& pink-tickle

the buds of her mind.


So he crossed the Great Lake

& was swifted down south

all alone, way up high..

loving the blue sky

and the birds...

all those birds flying by



He was the last snowflake

taking in all the sights

He was the last snowflake

he was floating just right


He made his way to Ithaca Town

before the crosswinds

pushed him down,

then he saw his brown eyed girl

picnic park

picnic swirl

mouth shut tight

twirling girl

with a cooler

just by her side


he floated down in it

thought he'd take his time

melting, remembering

his great fall from the sky.


hoped he might just make

the long, wet slide

from wine bottle neck

to her next sip of wine

and kiss her lips

as he did the clouds

he'd kiss her lips

as he did the clouds