The Once and Future Dayspring

VI.

Glittering
prison of snow
wraps 'round the globe.

Pacing
creature, eroding
a trough fit
for midday milkweed,
hurry up already.

Scurrying
over the gym, gentle-
handling the bars, 
losing a shoe 
in gum.

Prodding—what belongs?

Feeling
poor,
more foolish
than usual, 
watching flakes 
melt.

Plucking
eyelashes, making
decisions.

Dayspring—
bored
even as a vision.