blue like enamel cups
unbroken sky
dry cold
flecked in snowflake
from no cloud

feeling the weather
patterns shifting
stretched skin
flexed flesh
over no bones

the marrow is the changing

the days passing
and laughing at calendars
no malice
like a grandmother
teasing
the child of her child
teaching

the trash picked up from the street
the newspaper not
three days old
left behind
in cold
dry