What Sticks

A warm wind blew through last night
and shook the trees, the house
squalls of rain, gone now the snow

The same wind tonight blusters so cold
and the ground is hard again while I
still carry this impression, this dread

Regarding a man I saw in a documentary film
yesterday, I am worried for his life, suicide
seems to be circling him, and then today

Another impression
an anxious pharmacist, scrutinized and suffering,
counting someone's medication under duress