Darren black
Snow Event
We believe the oracle for once,
the prophetic powers of doppler radar,
that the town will blaze white.
We set snow shovels as sentinels,
a salt offering, pairs of boots--
an altar at our door.
Our promised fate fills us as we strip
away the glaze of our routines.
We rub circles in glass to see out.
How easily the clean row of ranch homes
is negated, The greenery swallowed
in eddies and swirls of powder.
I see my childhood of escape
zipped up in a maroon striped snowsuit
buried beneath the frozen weight.
How good it was to be dead
for a time. The fortress lost and abandoned,
the muffled calls of friends retreating.
Any blizzard will factor the neighborhood
sounds down to a distant whisper,
a lasting stillness.
I know little of a mind of winter
only that the soft drifts will receive us
when we're ready to break their pristine white.
We believe the oracle for once,
the prophetic powers of doppler radar,
that the town will blaze white.
We set snow shovels as sentinels,
a salt offering, pairs of boots--
an altar at our door.
Our promised fate fills us as we strip
away the glaze of our routines.
We rub circles in glass to see out.
How easily the clean row of ranch homes
is negated, The greenery swallowed
in eddies and swirls of powder.
I see my childhood of escape
zipped up in a maroon striped snowsuit
buried beneath the frozen weight.
How good it was to be dead
for a time. The fortress lost and abandoned,
the muffled calls of friends retreating.
Any blizzard will factor the neighborhood
sounds down to a distant whisper,
a lasting stillness.
I know little of a mind of winter
only that the soft drifts will receive us
when we're ready to break their pristine white.