Snow
It is snowing again
and I’ve had words stuck just below the hyoid
all night.
We were so proud, weren’t we.
We believed there was no weather we weren’t suited to
summer’s open shirts and windows
or rainy days spent worrying
only if the rain would last
to put us both to sleep.
Tonight there is no sound to lull me bye.
The white noise of snow.
Snow belongs on film, rain on radio.