above the road

.
Why does the moon seem
so much larger when it hangs
above the road?
.

why I love readings

.

feeling full and drunk

on literature again

good reading tonight

.

playing snow

.

snow falls

crawls up the

tree branches until

it's too much and they

roll and fall like campers

unfamiliar with the top

bunk and plop to the 

ground breathless

and laughing

.

why old people turn their cars so slowly

I think I am finding out why old people turn their cars so slowly.  If they're anything like me, and they are tearing at the seams, a hard or even moderately fast turn--especially over a jouncing entry point not on the level with the street--changes the vectors or shifts the inertia or some other science-y force-related thing, and it puts pressure on joints that can no longer bear pressure without complaint.  So if you are ever feeling irritated at elderly people taking their sweet time making that turn off the street at 2 miles per hour, have some sympathy for the irritation their joints feel even at that slow crawl.

a second tear is diagnosed

.
I did not expect this
gradual tearing like
some delicate
piece of lace or
late autumn leaves
or the wings of
butterflies and
moths
.

practice makes perfect

.

maybe life is practice letting go
because there's nothing
you can hold on to when you leave

.

March waltz

ice forming on puddles of meltwater as the shade
stretches out as the sun goes down

spiky points of crystal scabbing over
slowly

finally rest

.

Between the emergency 

sirens, the night is silent 

as snow falls with 

single-minded intent:

to cover everything 

and then finally 

rest.

.