after the blizzard on a clear day, the last of snow softens
into darkness. the earth thawing with longing into longing.
we drive through the roads encased in glass
imagining an ocean evaporated here. more quickly now.
we enter into the arms of another freeway and boulevard
with signs that tell me to look to the rearview mirror.
against foothills and fog i can see the corners of my
visage lamenting of a lost battle for the shorelines.
all light gone out. i think i can hear the lost seas, the times
that collect us in ideograms of feathers and clouds; and
i was happy to have lost, all i have lost, in you.