Short winter days

clouds that bring the snow leave the fairest rime

Short winter days

quantum history mechanics (or, world uncertainty principle)

tiny flags follow
cemetery wave
the cold wind
slips from the slits of sky
where the
warm currents rise
world
war three forms
and unforms
like dots on dice
uniformed particles
hold to formations at unknown
speed
between history and living memory

in depression gymn you lift heavy thing

let's not be embarrassed every time

the stars are lamps
of lost miners
the tunnel feels empty
sending ahead canary light

old folks
carry away living memory
just put my finger on
that missing thing at the estate sale
when the house smell is finally layered away
that's the last of it

so the world tuns inside
out and
they buried so many
under the ground
victims, victors
also nazis, bolsheviks
with eyes like
something that has
burned at a high temperature
a fine
white ash

you will see it turning out of the sky
where the faint silver veins
and fault lines lie

snow that filled the
evening like bullets of
gentler gods
bends down morning boughs

cold reaches through the window
like a handshake
well met, tomorrow
remind me of your name
let's not be embarrassed every time

stravinsky. first snow. gapon's lightbulb.

november
brittle in the air
around you might break.

and it might melt.

edison bulbs begin
replacing gaslight.
electric
west atlantic nights:

some sounds assure
the mind knows movements
the heart has never heard.

god save
the czar! was not
in his palace

november
lovely west hollywood.

white
silk glove baton
drops. player piano

do rite of spring!
magnificent your swirling
downbeats for the morning window.