DECEMBER 14

Scene, still for now, of cars lined
white-eyed with hoary glass
speaking of expanse unthought,
sanely neglected and passed over
by milquetoast wandering wipers,
impotent on the sheet slick
unseeing

snow, crystalline in fixation
its wet-statured hoardings
coating vehicles, nonchalantly
a nuisance blessed by pure
formation,

white and complete in being,
attracting feet only in the manner
that a page does thought; prayer
for the sake of time matched vrs.
immaculate
space such as you present now,
wholly approximating endless,
singing passed white dirges, scraped
way to less complete sights.