27 January 2012

vicissitude


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

                               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 at 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 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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