DECEMBER 19

Gently gone, sun-seduced snow
reroutes clumsily the mundane foot-falls
off the curb, inspiring single bolts
of motion and dance, and a hand
brought up in triumph upon landing,
all that is attached to it nearly
toppled,

by a cord sunken in, grown over
in piety or folly still plucked
in expectation of reverb let be
or pressed, distorted with flexed
pick-ups

feeding a white fuzzed roar
bereft of malice in intentions
toward the center, but at transients
(as are all else vaguely defined)
seen,
this great distance above the sea
newly formed, feeds rivers suckling
of separate trials, rushing round
the holy pillar that may have loved, itself.