when  i   was   a   small   girl,     i   walked   through   the   market,    holding   my   dad’s   mitten-gloved   hand.    that   night   there   were     roses    lit   up  in   glass   boxes.     the   heat   lamps   would   keep   them   from   freezing   in   winter.     COLD ALL AROUND  ;   WARM FROM INSIDE.    we   never   bought   them   but     somebody    must   have.    maybe   they   made   it   or   maybe   they     FROZE   UP    before   any   person  had   put   them   in   water     &    hoped   that   they’d   still   be     alive    by   the   morning.     (  who’s the winner? not the roses.  )    but     no   one    lives   long   enough   to   see   the   outcome.     to   know   any   answers    ;    to   know     what  the   point   is    ;    to   know   if   the     WINTER    ever   came   closer.     (  who’s the winner? not those walking through a memory they’re forgetting  )    that   night,     when   i   walked   with   my   father,     a   small   piece   of     ICE    lodged   in     my    mind,     lodged   in     my   thoughts,     lodged   in     my    eyes.     cold all around  ;   warm from inside.     (  who’s the winner? maybe winter.  )