In June I remembered December
but the snows came in August and
then,
November made me forget.
I set some time to remind me but somewhere behind me it got lost in a maze,
when the days roll together it's not whether you were or
whatever you are,
it's how far the time stretches before you are stretched out.

In the snow when it's deep and there's nowhere to go
you keep your hands in
your pockets and whistle
a tune.