At each frozen corner, pauses [ice, snow impediment, protrusive and concave] considerations in passing [slippery, slick, slide, slush]
It isn’t you, like Jeanne D’Arc on the pyre but this space between us that opens and closes, a foamed surf that brings and takes away
Inhabiting groves of grapefruits,
lime, mango, lemon,
What graceful primates swinging through branches uninvited,
Sun-risen on frosted eyes uncovered,
a thousand luminescent-rayed sapphires scattered into timbers above, into
To wait is to attend, is to witness neon, flashing bowls of candy ribbon, doors revolving, the way starlings swirl, their murmuration, re-turning to the soot of long closed chimneys.
In your face exists a landscape seen from a window every day, seen through porch columns, or when crossing the bridge.
We saw the hippies on Sunset Boulevard. My sister pointed to and was touched by a hippy on Sunset Boulevard. If we had remained, my brother