sudden snowstorm —

we follow behind the plow

as it scrapes and sparks

let her be tired

but with a spring in her step

blushing at my name

the old fights flare up

with only the angles changed —

ice glints in your glass

high overhead

a hawk rests in an updraft —

my father’s still gone

fever dream —

you are disappointed

and the stars grow cold

meeting at last

you stop to show me the moon

all shadow and light

thick dark clouds stacked up
like planes waiting to land —
losing my father