The snow on my head
melts
and runs to my eyelid
It dissolves
my mascara
which drips into my eye
I cry
Once upon a time,
while snow came down
in a flurry,
a girl went out
in a hurry.
The ground was slick
and her glasses
were blurry.
Twice, she slipped.
But not to worry–
She fell into
a soft mud slurry.