your winter time draws near as the
perfectly circular moon
spills its perfect circle of light
deeply defined concentric roundness
and note the shadows in his eyes
glimmering white lights and don't go near
destruction lies in children's hands
perfection comes with age and paper
wrapped with wood or brass and
mounted on the wall
did you hear your children call?
then the colors come alive
and your perfect circles are perfectly nothing
perfectly lost
as girls giggle and turn away
and your perfect concentric

i built a snowman in your honor