s k a p a d e

the mirror was blown out
shards lay throwing the blue cold face
the clouds temptress drifting by
the ballerina standing quiet
on a jewellry box on one good hinge

the curtians parted
the lawn full of asphalt
car tops

crashes
we sped up life
drawing up the
portions caught
the black symbols
stuck to memory
like vomit
on the wall

down down
below
this ground
we covered
in its thin sheets
of drift...the ice
on puddles still
safe to hold

the river still
thinking aloud
across the quick
run
down where it ran
beneath the bridge
where all the footprints
steadied
in the silt
where the spring run
off climbed and climbed
obscuring names
and random patterns
drawn during rains
and nights spent
away

away tucked in a jacket
the heat of a fuel
crawling through the labyrnth
of its lair

a fondness in a crooked arm
and tangled hair
while the season ran out

the gulls gathering
white against the chalk blue
of grey

we remembered the kettle
steaming
the hissing of hardwood
fresh from the season
the wool blankets