thursday, february 20, 2020

i took the trash out just now,
and turning around to go back inside
caught the layer of new snow in the porch light
it shines more perfectly than
any i've seen in recent memory
almost incorporeal
offers no tangible resistance to my steps
and when i scoop a handful from the ground
in the seconds before it collapses into slush
and meltwater, the outlines of individual
flakes all set on edge against one another are
visible in sharp crystal relief
gleaming stars and polygons, lattices and
near-symmetries.

p1k3 / 2020 / 2 / 20
tags: topics/poem