mr. glacer and I in boston

we would walk along in
boston-

(he is more
than a few
inches taller, not
many, just
enough so I would
look like

his daughter. his younger sister).

his hand would
be along the hood

of my jacket. it would snow
and the snow

flickering
quickly by the harbor would be
the same color of
a long time ago

and we would stop. there
would be some traffic in boston,
not much in the snow,
there would be some-
men would
be dying in the berkshires, dying
quickly
enough

so the happy light of
after-snow would freeze them;
like trapped fish-

but we would walk.
and here, or here I would
stop-

say "a man said something brave,"
"or here they

stood"

and we would stand-