Friday, January 31, 2020


With each passing week
of winter, it gets harder
to live with, harder to
live without

waking before seven
to find once again
the primly
coated neighborhood—

branches and cable wires,
all the status-
symbol and the beater cars

As if
everything that was
last night has been

killed. And then raised up
one level of attainment—
but more wizened;

lighter, but increasingly
solid as carbon;
faster and looser, yet
ever more devoted

to its rigid discipline:
evincing a razor-
sharp purpose
in this imprecision.