A field of snow cairns
           Was that a kestrel that just passed
An inclination to stack
           Almost said “human inclination”

Your cigar butt looks more like a
           Severed thumb

Green bags of dog shit
           Scattered around the trash bin
Puddles of piss
           Green piss in the snow
Like lemon-lime Gatorade
           Like high-visibility outerwear

In dreams
           I am often wiping my ass in public
           I cannot lift my legs

So many starlings
           Blind spots on white branches

When I close my eyes
           Phosphenes like falling snow