whiteout near waterville on the way to work, on the way home, a tunnel
the road has disappeared, the snow ruts have smoothed &
cold, you are cold
go out of your
way to let
everything know
you don’t
care at all
& then you want something
mule deer are not trusting you & you saying why to their velvet & explanations
for you again
they run alone along white hills
consider listening/ consider falling
a voice in fog a
feeling of
of not being
it becomes a list/they become lost
& sad
& it goes on enough
that they leave tracks/ say
no
suddenly you aren’t quiet you call when you can
& you say why
& drag up some charm from a dirt basement
& the deer are climbing across more fields eating grass in snow/ consider grabbing a life vest