Kerri

And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
(Our fortitude grows dim in
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Snow haze gleams like sand.
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
I know,
A frame of glided twilight—I
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
A frame of glided twilight—I
Out of the road into a way across
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Glimmering of light:
The surge of swirling wind defines
Not daring to oppose