The snow in the parking lot
Was unexpected.
Like the snap of fingers
While we work at our desks,
Quietly, in service.
Cars now white molds: cold intimations
Of cars, now toys.
The walk is smooth,
Our footsteps gone.
Of course! Though unanticipated.
Everything rational:
That weather defines us,
That cars prove irrelevant,
That nature covers our steps,
Everything, eventually.
I’m standing at the edge
Or a forest
corner . laxative
Trip: These words,
My expense.
What of firs like these?
What of Christmas?
What of darkly covered souls
in there . in there
Poem: Mapping a trail,
My expense.
Is anything possible
Inside wild
And powerful beginnings?
worth it . empty iteration
Language: The fate of all civilizations,
My expense
The rivers of sweat
(Behold! A lion.)
Course through small Avenues.
The rivers of heat
(caged and unfurled)
Flow, righteous, unaware.
I am beast we are
Fighting at random for energy.
Small bones ache beyond.
Small bones.
Behold! Discovery Doctor
Of a true map.
A geography of elements
(Primeval, the first death)
Following the winding bank
Laundry bank
Following the edge of snow
Banked on the edge
Fighting at random for energy
(Aside) Aside!
Following I understand
Natural land marking marks
A geographical struggle.
Behold! Energy