Winter Boy

by Mary Bone

I looked out of my window

on a cold night.

I saw a young boy down below on the street.

He didn't have a jacket or hat on.

Large holes were in his jeans.

Ice covered my window.

I couldn't see him anymore.

Every morning, I saw him shivering below and

then he seemed to vanish.

I threw jackets and scarves down from my window.

I left food in a sack on the sidewalk.

Winter boy never came back and vanished

from my thoughts, now frozen.