
rotting walls
rusted candlesticks
dried flowers left in a vase
wash your face with a warm cloth
and resurrect the shadows
if the matchbook can be found
Translucent dazzle of color from shadow
paramecium swarms
drifting
with the menstrual swell of the tide
Traces of light diffracted into a dappled wake
microscopic organisms
writhe
undulating in radiant fluorescence
Delicate swirl of crystalline larvae
diaphanous pirouettes
daring
larger fish to initiate the food chain
That was the moment
when the first drift of snow
settled on the unsuspecting city
cleansing the asphalt with a fleeting
layer of purity
bleaching streets and rooftops
into a blinding white
That was the moment
before the ceaseless traffic
of tires and exhaust
weathered the whitened cover of fallen
snowflakes into a blackened slush