Probability
Sometimes
Snow is only snow.
Falls from high to low,
Fast and slow,
Melts to ugly puddles
In time’s sludgy flow.
Or, see its frequency,
Its angle, its sequence tree
Of countless impacts,
Its search of land
For chance
Of beauty.
The Watering Can
I’m late.
You’re starting to wilt
In my desert of guilt.
Still, you wait.
I pour this imitation of the rain:
An ample life, a fate.
Camouflage
I am a dog
Running through the melty streets.
I care not about my soggy feet.
Let us play to start the day!
See my misty breath?
Nothing stops this doggy’s heft,
But when you’re gone, I am bereft.
(See a dog today, running free?
It’s me.)
Happy Birthday
The world is your birthday cake.
The shape is elliptical,
Its flavor is mystical,
Served on a tectonic plate.
In icing from the exosphere
The planet’s flora
The color of aurora
Deck the journey of a year.
House
The mountains hold the house of sun.
Crests of white and blue connect
An outline of the architect
Along their mortal run.
Starship
Snowfall charts the filament
In nebulae of spruce,
Gravity’s instruments
Declassify the truth:
This atmosphere of green and white
Changes at the speed of light,
Warps the world through fields of gold.
A galaxy. Majesty. Behold.
Construction
Neon orange and yellow equipment
Plastic, cones, rebar, fences
Delivery vans with mystery shipments
Hopping ravens in various tenses
Streetlights wrapped in LEDs
Tired machines, hydraulic dreams
Erase themselves a monument.
The forest looms an unseeable green.
I strike the match.
Dressed for St. Peter’s,
I stand in the Colosseum,
Obedient to camera’s command.
The world selects a fate.
“LION!”
Workwalk
Green
White
Photosight.
Mist
Moss
Sugarboss.
Marble
Check
Supertech.
March
Call rhythm by its name:
Rain.
Rests are snow
Falling into place.
Pitch is oil
Ambiance of aerospace.
Of the sounds that music makes
Mistake this daybreak for a song
As symbols crash the dawn.