'you could ice my birthday cake with
milk-blue marshmallow snow any day.'

I think as I march home, half-
tipped and snow whips around
me, frantic as new love.

(you could stare at me with
those pale no-color eyes)

Every streetlight I pass
under turns the snow to stars,
a galaxy spun out around me.

(you could magnetize your eyes
like desert sand to mine)

The orange streetlight turns white snow
infernal, the blue-white fluorescent one
makes my breath cloud through the
whirling snow and glow like hope.

But you are still cryptic as weather
patterns, as omens read in clouds.

Still you are as cryptic as words.

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