ice casts itself as the dissuading thorn of

paved surfaces.

what water was doing--its last pompeian

motion.

absolutely bitter definition, that frames

attention around feet.

especially after dark, its scalpy deposits

overexpose dingy refractions.

the screeching halt of crystals & their

aura of preservation.

all of which seem to make what it covers

softer.

it's an immersive study that rewards

those given to exaggerated walking.

with that said--I was prompted to

abruptly look up into a random home's

living room.

greeted by a freshly painted tropical

fish tank, whose colors undermined

breath.

I must've felt the fish staring at me--

it was two hours of frozen communion,

to that.