Clutching And Coaxing Poem by Susan Lacovara

Don't go, as the gales do
In a hurry
Pushing past the trees
Racing to make the train, the plane,
The red light corner that turns you
Onto a different street
Leads you to the turnstile
Of a tomorrow I will not know

Don't leave, as the seasons do
Like Christmas snow
Pretty once, then dirty
The shine of the crystallized newness
Melting into muddied puddles
Where snow angels once slept
As now I sleep alone

Don't go, as lovers often do
Into the wet rain, dense fog,
Midnight hours across the sky
Taking little time to say something profound
Anything... to lessen the pain of parting
Don't go, tall and turned away
Forgetting to look over your shoulder
Stay...one more day
Every day...
Don't go, as the gales do