O's and A's of Mayan cursive. Nov. 21 Shot by the poetry gun, He arises In the form of a snowman. One foot at a time. Breaking the small, gloved hands Of sycamore and spruce. Ice bells ping and tinkle.
Snow blows Into dust-shattering The choreography of dove and squirrel.
The size of a mastodon. The wisdom of Laotse Trigrams Eating dreaming and driving Snow prairie sky. You flip the coin Square in the circle Descend into the hard bronze Of pure thought the white page Scored and scaled, torn From The Book of Changes. Humming on the page, he's dying For a daub of grey Field mouse vole Mushroom Anything dark That could be construed as dinner.