Popsicle Toes

She pushed too hard, too fast, and splat

You lay shivering in drifted snow

A quad immobilized in the quad

Boots flailing

Right cheek red and raw

Bent wrist raised as in surrender.

But you would never give up.

You left Augsburg’s frozen chosen

(Michael Franks had already

Consumed your lemon frosted brownies)

Transferred to Berkeley where

July 27 became CeCe Weeks Day.

Still, I remember most the

Blizzard of expletives

You Mobilized.