the sun and the rain take turns at the pile of snow in the park across the street from our house

it is a filthy and considerable drift but such is the snow in spring

each day it recedes

released from the dark from the heavy press of it the grass beneath breathes green

the bricks of the sidewalk now exposed are warm and dry

can you feel it?

when night collapses

when all the wounded stars cool blue to black

when the world shakes and the great sky opens wide

can you feel it?

grief is everywhere