Alexander Mint

FORESHADOW

 Entering the whiteout
Of a life alone
 
I pass a man
Covered in snow
                              when it hasn't snowed.  

If all we see’s
The reflected self

The face of love could not have changed
Without me.

THE DAY YOU THINK OF MOVING

 It begins again:
The gentle knock at the door
Of an old habit. 

You’d like to pretend
You’re not at home, but
The stereo’s on
And the kettle boils
At just the wrong time.
 
And it is home, not a hotel
Where you could yell out
I’m in the shower, or         changing
And expect to be left alone—

No, it’s finally returned
To find you
Just as it left you.

Go answer the door.

DECEMBER IN WINTER

On the verge of a change
The change has happened.

The tree cuts life from the leaf
Long before it falls.

Moon that draws the tide
Pulls an egg from your body.

The union’s unmaking
Is written into its making.

The first and the last
Together dance.

Alexander Mint can be found in and around the cafes of New York City practicing poetry and entertaining politics.