12.

drunk guy arabesque, whiskey

deep askew – his sidewalk dancing

shadow snow falling and she

walked north up Washington Street

years ago (a backward skating

spiral…) leaving footprints perfectly

improvised music over white

blind and blown through by slicing

wind off black water – found

her waiting under street lamp halos

are for suckers (sing it

now) in the morning, salt-gray

tracing delicate movement

so long, ornate and

wasted