[ snow globe ]painted carefully
ready this time
for nothing again.
icy snow flurries
won't stick
to warm ground.
eventually, though,
the snow makes
the ground cold.
then, it sticks
and collects
and remains.
shake me up
watch the snow
fall, melt, freeze.
i should have known
the red lipstick
always fades fastest.
and then, of course
i'm left with only
your backhanded smile.