We stood by a frozen pond

putting on our skates

watching Aspen leaves slide across the ice

to the starving sod,


I was ash in the cold,

standing, falling



Your smile was deadly

and I hated you,  that grin

like a loud judgement.


Since then,

lessons leaped out

and I remember learning,

I remember anger at that pond

with the gray leaves.


Dave Barber

Lessons Learned

24 Oct 08