on them sticks

The drift of the marshes at night
where the walls of litmus slide
over ground amber infinity
grief held back turning into bait
for that evenings fight

a sensible shape
floats along the street
a yellow round soft snow flake
falls relaxes then it accumulates
lifts dirt on the sole of your shoe
leaves you tied to the tracks
your arms spread out just like that
your legs felt like jelly
it makes you giddy like too much telly
it does not matter any way because
they all went away
never understood
never defined

never seemed like that
when we lived on the street behind
the back

It always felt okay
when we breathed
but now you have
left it is hard
to remember when

Silence now
that it fell
from the shelf