now the bird-nest is covered with snow
and you are not here
my heart beats—must beat
bright sluggishness
buds too soon to know the bloom
white blooms blast eyes
vision roused like the highway
metallic rivers
coming and going
sitting in a blood-warm room
paint-peeled sills under tall windows
beyond them, barren trees
beyond them, brick chunks
overhead the dull whir of air
sucked to the sun
soot swirling from rooftops
down into the gray river
down to the riverbed
from the bird-nest
under the snow
certain twig-tips drip
brown edges of leaf weep
some droplets
taken by the wind
fall through time
fall through time
empty radiant
white glistening
snow world
some droplets
taken by the wind
fall through time
to the drying sidewalk
where once we walked
filled with each other
the warm autumn moon
following us
