Snow brings the necessity of sleds
which means a 20-mile drive northwards.
By wailing, the brakes take note of damnation.
Toddlers in snowsuits like comrade reindeer
stagger incapacitated in the aloofness of cloudveil.
In haste, I’ll grasp at any antler
but there is no place to park.
Sky, you doer of fireworks, we’d settle
for a short walk in peaceable packdirt.
But snow brings out the beast in everyone.
Theatrical colonist of mountaintops,
whistle some sleet into man’s moodiness,
let these wheels spray milestones
into the avalanche we’d well abandon.