Day 1

locked down for the season
on this land between the bridges

all concrete and wild weeds
waiting for the thaw

Day 2

overnight, a cold kiss on the wind
all the New Year’s syne sang out

here we sing against the current
here we pray not to break, only bend

Day 3

the first of the sky-is-falling days–
haunted by that one winter freeze

some collective memory from before
the age of digital photography