Pieces of someone fall from the sky
Crowd the sidewalks
Pile in front yards
Blanket the rooftops
Decorate the tree branches
Ghostly white
Pieces of someone lay on the ground
Next to the crumbs of dirt
Near the old season leaves
Close to the lucky penny
Dark copper brown
The penny reminds my mom of God
Reminds my grandpa of miracles
Reminds me of death
and of hospitals
and of January
Broken pieces
Crystals of ice
Slices of snow
Dust from the clouds
Laying on the cold ground
Each piece, a damaged part
Each part, a little less trouble
Each trouble, a little bit more someone
A little bit more me
Pieces of me still fall from the sky
and the pieces will fall all winter long
