The first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket.December. Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,
Climax
dog barked at me, untilShe came out pullingAt her gloves, face brightWith rouge. I smiled,Touched her shoulder, and ledHer down the street
Falling Action
WeEntered, the tiny bell bringing a saleslady down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies tiered like bleachers,and asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smileStarting at the cornersOf her mouth.
Resolution
I fingered A nickel in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn’t say anything. I took the nickel from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady’s eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About.
Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Sight Coats between the trees. I took my girl’s hand In mine for two blocks, Then released it
letHer unwrap the chocolate.I peeled my orangeThat was so bright againstThe gray of DecemberThat, from some distance,Someone might have thoughtI was making a fire in my hands.