Starry snow you light a silver globe
to see the way clear to crepes of flight,
laughing across the night, we see you
now across another table, to breath into
this crevice of the last curb.
Painting the night with flakes, you steer
across never landing on us, to breath air
with nigh a crystal, candles glow to us
in our mind, with yellow guards in place,
melting thus in this light, of blood, of moon.
See the false, shrinking bank, see the snow
now gone, see the rain at night, bowed heads
reading for wind, for dirt mired in banks,
wrapped about with umbrellas, dark, stately,
circumscribing a good landing for our eyes.
© 20189 Larry Ingram
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