Howard Firkin
for the Frosties, George and Kevin
I left it on a tram. I had it. Had
the title. Maddening. Did it desert
me for that woman in the tight, grey skirt?
Can’t say I blame it. What a backside, what
a fireplace to warm your heart and hands
and face. So God speed, poem. For my part,
I understand. Take care. Wish I was there.