Snow dust at sunrise,
Geese honking, the screeching of crows,
slush cracks, shoes muffle, tires shush, drains splatter
The woods have held on to their browns
and the grasses didn't yield without a fight
The afternoon forgets the thought
that breathed down on the real
as our minds are asked to let our knowledge go
White forms will always dissolve into black pools
Wet night
with its luminous coal and clean concrete,
limbs in tubes of light and diamond straw
