It was a silent morning,
Every sound trapped by snow,
Sky shone with lamppost fireflies –
Fugitives of parachuting glow.
I fell in love, refused to admit it,
Tucked the feeling behind a glass pane,
Reluctant breathing of the fading shadows
Dyed the pleasing intensity of my name.
Into derelict lust and pigeons raiding
The timid sidewalks of a winter park,
I took my pledges to the vatic earth and withered
In hurricanes of resurrected dust.