(snowfall)

Clouds are brewing snow inside



longing to break out.
which tells a sitting martin, “Geez!
don’t you ever realize your clipped wings?
Just fall down.”
Or if one’s flying high, you see,
snow won’t bother birds that sing
with yearning to exist with the
birds
and rain
and sleet.


Do you know what it is like (?)


to be altogether?
To contain the pieces perfectly
fit to charm uncharming kings? Whether
or not you know
is not the trouble.
So it goes.
The reason I’m aloof
is I’ve got nowhere to go.
I’m altogether.

One day
snow begged
sitting
martin,
“Please un-
lock my
holding
carton.

I feel like I’m a puzzle glued
together, my perimeter is finite.
Don’t cast a jealous
eye!
Mine can only see
inside
my perfectly lined borders."

Break me!
Break me!
Break me!

...

(snowfall)