a certain snow fell last night
to freshen the scene
covering shadowed footprints

seven, five and seven more
count your syllables
and abrupt endings for sure

you got to be kidding me
miscalculations
they’re all I got to offer?

fold paper along its crease
contemplate the change
you’ve made in the worlds future

a small handful of fresh snow
an immense glacier
a connection to be grasped

fill my stein with a foamed head
always tastes good but
the next one will prove theory

please pass the salt to me please
the Tao finds balance
so send the pepper also