Snow
makes everything
less exact.
In the haze of its falling,
faraway birds
turn ellipses
as if newly unsure
of the depth
of the air.
Below,
many city dwellers
curse and fear
not just the loss
of accessible paths,
but how indiscriminate
precipitation's verdict is—
how equitably
its capricious largess
is bestowed.
Nevertheless, there are
fortunes to be made yet
in mining the gap
between what
each majestic
fresh blanket is worth
and how much
it seems to cost.
