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Black willow rivers steal a kiss of snow

Through cold bone thicket, ice upon tree trunks

No footprints whatsoever, not even my own.

Valleys theive all sense of direction

Where no shadow falls to call a compass;

"You're notmeant to know where you're supposed to be

Only where you are."

Television

Walking through my neighborhood one evening

Past blue television lights that strobe against snow

From the safety of living room windows

Hockey game on tonight

Or reruns of a sitcom.

Maybe the news...

Heatless air speeds me on home

And without pause in my stride I

Glance accidentally from the sidwalk.

Glacial drift sits with precarious obediancy

Stretching upon curbs and corners,

Windswept between half-shovelled driveways

In demanding, uncivilized grace.