First Night, Boston

The prospect of rain kept some people away
while others put on their raincoats of decision
but the end of the tip
of one fin of a fish 
made of ice 
was involved in its own dissolution.
Each drop of itself was a private goodbye 
to the public display of its crystalline form--
no looking back, a hurrying down
to form on the ground 
a fluid new resolution.

December 31 2011