SITTING on a CEMENT BENCH
By Janice Veldman
The air was warming from a chilly winter
She sat on the cement bench
Covered with snow only a week ago
She could feel the coldness
still lingering in the cement
Staring
Lifeless
Lost in her scrambled thoughts
Gazing at an icicle
still hanging from a pine branch
Slowly losing its form one drip at a time
Drip, drip, drip
Having the appearance of glass
Glistening
Reflecting
Shining
Yesterday she created a work of art
Today she no longer remembers it
Drip, drip, drip