Snowman

Rolled to life by tiny anxious hands,
born of three tiers, given senses with coal.
I share this excitement with new young friends    
Delighted, now sorrowed by fleeting cold,
I cry cheek in shoulder through the night's rain.
Sadly, ever faster, I run away,
dissolving from existence as happy tears.

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12-19-82

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