Thursday, January 23, 2025

LET IT SNOW

Like background voices 
demanding our attention, 
and speaking in tongues 

of their own annihilation, 
the static and fuzz 
of promiscuous flurries 

is sometimes 
enough to provoke 
our anxiety. But 

such weaselly fuzz 
ought not get 
our hackles up, 

as it's nothing 
but promotional buzz 
for the real stuff.

Once it lands, 
it expires like 
a rumor that's spurious;
             
like a playlist 
on shuffle, it is not 
truly random—

and randomness 
is the only denouement 
that should worry us.