stark street sleet 2017)

here comes ice, silver-sealing sky ceiling
sprinkle blast clean, stark street kneeling,
   under the awning, yvonne in her box;
   streets now white, stark school of knocks

rap tap napping --------her cardboard door,
ice gets his beak wet in the neck of the poor
   burger bag litter, all soggy with sleet
   silvered sky ceiling, sideways indiscrete

blowing fine ice dust from two miles above
yvonne's eyelids fluttered their doves
   butterfly kissing the cold that could bill
   there on white stark street, intractable 

a sojourn to cheek hill, the ice near belabored
transfigured our landscape around old mount tabor



2017
mt tabor