let's open the door
wire is heavy, and it becomes
a swinging rope.
sky becomes clouded with breath
streetlights are dim
NIGHT
neighbor's stairs are covered in snow
streets are quiet
snowflakes on my eyebrows
I blink my eyes
never talked about
before the neighbor's house
across the street
even in the old shovel sack
beautifully
just barely
snow is piling up
snowing night
without sound
absorbing the sound
like a curve, not a straight line
while dancing
that will fade away like youth
that will disappear like youth
flower-like flakes are coming.......