snow on snow on snow

snow on snow on snow
crystal to crystal, a wheel locks

when the ice breaks
you are standing on what
used to hold a camper van
door open to Cash and Carter
a barbecue on three legs

firm footing begins its wander
nudging under
a crumble at a corner
in between the black
color of hidden water

snow snuffing dazzle instead of building banks
having brought white from the sky
to give it up?
never gonna give the mountain up
crack and crinkle, though stone
healed – bandaged anyway – by this soft press
of white on white

such white as colors lose their way
can’t find a place all winter
to raise a flag

used to be new snow would sift down on old snow
this year’s tamping last year’s
until mounds rivaled mountains
without the same patience
and the big cold territories would slide
one slushy gravelly boot grinding away