piles of wet leaves
burn a subtle orange sheen
in this winter rain.

shattered glass
spread across the cement
reflects the sun’s light.

on the bath mat
the soggy imprint
of your exit.

music pulses and
people emerge from houses
when winter turns its back.

i’m lost in
a tangle of sheets
still warm from your body.

I love olympics…

Like how much it snowed back home

To one-up others.

from the open mouth
of a green fire hydrant:
a frozen flow into the street.

ice encases everything
creating memories out of cars
and blades of grass.

christmas lights left on
through the night radiate calm–
moments before you wake.

minute ripples
in the sidewalk’s puddles
from this week-long drizzle.

freshly cut blades
strewn across the path–
squirrel-dug holes.