Winter is blue,
And tonight
I am without you—
The silver flash
of minnows
In the ocean
Above
Is now inside me.
Cold
Green apples
Bare
White flesh
On counters
In metal bowls
And the Moon
Rises clear
And cold.
Everything
Washed
By the Moon
Fades
To blue
On the deserted beach
A demiurge
Forms
And flings
Snowball stars
Far out
Into the universe.
And I
In the midst
Of a night
Hard and cold
Stand
Transfixed
By a memory
Never old…
The touch
Of your warm hand.