dog run

 

winter minded, i count 

no days and listen 

to the silence

imaginations are limited

i have no needs, i feed

the animal of my body

i turn to say "you"

but no one, except my

mirrored self elapsed by moon

in the woods, white

and brown tones, village of 

neon orange mushrooms

ice is a marvel, look how

the geese stand on lakeshore

imitating jesus

there, a fish carcass 

embanked between snow

and lake 

someone, 

some you, announces

things gather at the edges 

a few steps away, 

a geese wraps it's neck like a scarf

to rest on it's round body

she is nested in the cattails

they cannot sway, heavy 

with snow, with death