Thursday, February 18, 2021

FEBRUARY POEM

Even from 
their breakfast tables, 

midwesterners can see—

the errant confetti 
of snowflakes 

and jaunty stripes 
of icicles dangling 

their lambent tips 
past kitchen windows, 

obliterating symmetries 

and betraying opportunity's 
surprise birthday party.

Without getting closer, 
they know 
 
the eccentric 
signature of fresh snow;

no crown, but a sturdy 
coronation blanket;

entropy's indomitable 
evening-out;

the invitation to celebrate 

every as-yet
unanswered question.