Out

Two days of dancing ice.
I locked in the South with a glacial blue norther.

I Had to dig out, find my white car
Under its pale freeze of cloud born powder.

I had to drive with the snow sun
And glare dancing like desert diamonds,

Drive over black ice blue
Under tree thin shadows of polished ebony.

I Had to get out under the white sky skin,
The twig capillaries flattened budding sprigs.

Get to where no liquid ran
And Spring was a lonely lament
Unheard, unseen.