The Same Way

Lilia Marie Ellis
Featured image: Seen © Ann Calandro  2019

 

Sixty-three degrees and salt
from the weekend’s snowstorm still lines the sidewalk.
I’m just stepping outside, for a moment, to breathe.

Another reason I get good at saying tomorrow:
every day you have to say it again.
Because we go in the direction we’re looking, yes?

You can slip on salt, too,
not just the ice.