Parading

Whatever else happens, I don’t want to miss it.

An owl lands on the side

I am swimming a narrow, swift river.

longing moves in all directions

Glitter of grey

The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.

to agree that we see the same moment, watch

There is an under, always,

up: airglow: sky a cicatrix: purpling, paler, damage,

when everything is snow