1/15/2017

The trees undo themselves once a year.
Each fall folds
Upon itself into a winter.

All is imperceptibly slow. Then
Fast, fast.

Until all time is a flickered blur
Of falling orange on white,

Misremembered sadnesses;

Hoped, dreamt light
In the deep dark
That goes
Over barn roofs,

The impossible miles

Of black limbs
Reaching, up.

1/17/2017

Now again
The Geminids come -
Seldom spark
In dusks of hoped-for days.

In us
They round hard corners
And well-designed city blocks, and
Go feral and river-unstraight.

The gone campus;

The stands of tall ashes;
The misremembered maps and declinations

Keep guard, now

Over where we were, sure,

When first for us
Came the Geminids,
Seldom spark
In dusks of hoped-for days.

1-3-2017

Municipal gradings

Bleed along

Glacial melt.

Answers beg,

Question,

What

Do you know

About this world?

Those mornings

Cousined up before

Light

And chasing snakes

On the river.

What do you take to you

In these half-finished

Houses of your

Ways north?