i felt the snow before i saw it
in the spines of trees and little knees
thanksgiving’s warmth is confusing (winter inevitable)
each arrived to search my memory of night-sky first snows
and finding a coat
clouds built in the north over minor lakes
yellow tape
coffee cake
my mother sent packages slow moving fonts
black matted april fragile
grieved loss with care
warmth light cost of share
bleak mind wear
my thirtieth night
solidarity
was a blizzard
we for me
that autumn i was twenty-three
university
vagabond training the nate archibald track
no-flake snow flakes bending back
the earth light moved imperceptibly
the city bus stopped for me on a corner where buses didn’t run
time got added to everything
how did you answer
autumn and winter you
mid-day proof
winter white joy severed four and ninety-three
led to morning bright
one example is tonight
would it be for heaven’s cancer
or sunlight’s vivid right
weeks demure
cold clock premature
time’s cacophony of art
melancholy
dressed
every time
in scarf double socks and vulnerability
buttoned up
for thirty weeks
wintered
february thought april
first light arrived
for me
a departure from grief by the hand
of a thief
a life cycle lesson the syracuse session
more than an alibi
the feathery weight
kept things straight
hate for hate for hate for hate
clear skies
scattered equivalent norms awaitied a storm a whole to a form
in syracuse
hearts were holocaust
we gained light in moving
long nights you could hear
we just made the winter we breathed the cold air
which began the gaze skyward
equalled the light
november twenty-third the wrongest of all nights
vicissitude |vəˈsisəˌt(y)oōd|
a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant
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