Chronoscope 241: Briefly
Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds
like silver smoke:
a fairytale forest in flames:
briefly: a room of more than shadow:
briefly: I believe we can make it:
ice, snow, the exposed lawn
browning by the day:
the countdown to coldest:
the countdown to cracking
like a lake:
that groan of giving loose
the fissures through which
cars and people
sometimes fall
and sometimes are retrieved.
