So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
The Zen of Shoveling Snow in Suburbia
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
What Does He See this Winter?
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
After Long Absence
The blank of the window that long ago he dreamed from vacantly out at him
From the Kitchen Window
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Snow on Rose Canes
Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.
Every Little Thing
“Who the hell did you piss off,” Tom said. Blaine’s smile widened. “I’m going to beat this,” he said. “I’m going to beat it.”
A Fish
Underwater liver, hider behind rotted sog logs mover that moves in a quiver from dark water to darker, I lure you with plastic pollywog from water. Avid hand distorts in reach to retrieve you, refracted numbed else thing underwater, touches slick shiver never knew before. You bring so much (not to mind, for mind cannot … Continue reading A Fish
The Goat in the Closet
After Sadie Hawkins bonfire and dance, I let the Goat hang in the closet and tried to ignore it. It was getting kind of scary. Every time I opened the closet to get dressed for school or something, there it was with its horsehair shagginess and empty mask eyes and goat mouth grin. It made … Continue reading The Goat in the Closet
What Shape is This?
Spring will come; knowing this grows hope in winter, A grass under these thin drifts. Always spring has come with Her solace, Her winged sky her chick-a-dee in the willow. But comes a Spring with famine gathered in the gray skirts of this thin snow– Comes round at last, Her dark birds gyring a desert … Continue reading What Shape is This?
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