ridge view backyard 4700 reed ln.
lookout mt. 1
lookout mt.2
I love the wintertime
because
I've never really known it before
I recognize
the ivory pale mauve
padded light
but the peeling of
damp layers in warm places
and
this
breathing myself walking
this, this is
a great gulping dragon
it's grey stomach clenching it's
yes
truly impressive
I have met the skeleton trees already,
(all those scrabblingempty spaces)
but
the tettering slickness of ice streets,
this cussing treachery
this damn biting cold,
the
hallow sigh of relief upon arrival,
the
echoing fresh survival
will swallow me
it has
everything always
stretching and shrinking
and
i'm so fucking tired
dry heat and tight cold
passing through doorways,
face shrinking,
bracing, making
for the change.
This is bit from my winter in Seoul. Then after the next winter spent in L.A., my internal thermometer's all maladjusted. I wasn't ready for summer last year, now it's the cold that surprises me again.
