2-14-2014

I dreamt
within it,

the way
spark and slag
shape snow.

I threw a decade's night
of black
scarves across a fire.

I pushed a boot-pulled
skin
across zodiacal
light.

I gave an interstate;

A house;

Things that are hard
to give up
And easy to give.

I shook a work
from around my neck

And poured through
front doors.