There is snow
lots of it
on tree tops
over fields
a tractor seen
ploughing still
Yiska stares
listlessly
wrist bandaged
stinging more
Benny stands
beside her
looks quite pure
as it falls
Benny says
I loved it
as a child
Yiska says
playing there
helping make
a snowman
their hands touch
but none see
did nursey
suspect us
Benny asks
having sex
at some point?
she wondered
about the
ETC
room last night
Yiska says
no such luck
but we tried
gulls follow
the tractor
as it ploughs
music plays
from speakers
the locked ward
is warming
patients crowd
behind them
voices say
it's snowing
yes snowing
Yiska moves
with Benny
she thinking
of last night
he thinking
of the sex
that wasn't
but which might.