A summer you could not breathe. Old wind, tangled up. A woodpecker hammers somewhere. Broken columns, a marble flower, an arch on its side, an urn. Wind slides between buildings' concrete and glass.
Kids gather for ballet class or hockey practice.
In the faded storm light, running in snow on a school ground toward a chain link fence, skating, stick handling a puck on a small rink in the center of a boulevard lined with elms. Each step jiggles green hedges. Violet, blue wind covers river light, birches. Sun opens an hour, sandstone, a blue rag. A slow, reliable embrace, mud-slick, salty.