From the collection Enough For a Book, 2016.
The snow. A white pepper
shaken with a steady untiring hand
on the contents of the plate.
A curtain to shut out the ugly view
across the street. The snow.
A crowd that gathers, lingers, disperses
in its own time and not before.
A silent friend pulling up the covers and
smoothing out the wrinkles. The snow.
A pale hand that sweeps across and
softens the rough edges.