snowry

Polka Dot Powder Peppers Drab Steel Sky

Star Fingerprints Dissipate Wet on Windshield

Flakes Float on Falling Harmonies; Midnight Tapers Flicker

Joyful Tolling Echoes Across White Night Blanket

Child’s Breath, Cold Smushy Nose Block Wonderland Scene

Moist Ashen Mounds Litter City Streets with Ugliness

Frosty Also Resurrected on Easter

Cool Confetti’s Final Frolic in Frigid Spring Sky

I wrote an ode

to snow

of heady headlines;

sorry

you hate winter.

molding (n)

molded
to
unmoldable clay
unflakable chalk
unmeltable butter,
pale
as sunless skin
grooved as grandmother's hands
flourishing like trumpets
impassive and majestically blind,
like Justice
on high

Telepathos

an elegant cacophony of horns:

static sound, dynamic—crescendo!

rhythmic, primal, classical . . .

overtop

a clinking cup

scuffing of a chair leg

graphite-on-paper: rough kisses

her arms reach on the

granite top

slightly too miniature for comfort

a gulf

between torso and table;

a channel

between her and

his head, ducked in concentration

eyes lifting: glass gaze of consternation

as he fidgets, figures, frames

O, Read her thoughts

upon the stream

of horns, beats, voices

across the granite, the space, your shoulder

ruffling the page

snapping off the pencil lead

an alarming ghost

arresting progress

—captured

just once before

. . . the horns, the beats . . .

the door—shut

the cup, gone cold