ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
EARLY WINTER
for P.R.
first snow fall
so much white
so fast I
catch my breath
so much new weight bearing down
the old branches' fleeting colors
I want to hide my eyes from the flattening
astounding
height of hedge
keeled over
in a faint
in the woven dark of stems under the load
of snow I see your suicide eyes look out
for me--you are smiling as you always smiled
from photographs you knew would be read
every holiday like books of revelation
like maps for the way out, the way back
you wait for
me to smile
back whitely
giving up