a little little

i am ignorant

of the future

but

i am arrogant

enough to plan for

buts

*

you remind me of

armageddon

armed again

army ends

*

i have nothing to show for

after 24 years

except for me

which took a lifetime

to see

*

i am sure

i will join the dead

unwilling

disjointed

and

unsure i am

*

are you

the blizzard

or the mittens

the rain

or the umbrella

or the hole in both

from holding your hand

so much the fingers wore

and the frame bent at the top

with admiration

to your storming dancing