Winter in the frozen yard
holding a wish –
petals pulled from the flower of your smile.
Then, back to the shivering cringe.
Can the man next door really enjoy his cigar?
I bow before his blown blue wisps
exhaled – staled – wrinkled.
I am the man who has lived on your spoon.
Tonight I will sleep in the snow
and bark at the wind.
I will chase my tail
Eugene Goldin was born in Manhattan and grew up in Queens, NY. He is a professor of Counseling at Long Island University. His most recent poetry has been published in, “The Artistic Muse,” “The Gambler Literary Magazine,” and “eleven to seven.”