all your ghosts are alive in the snow 
dead sparrow mother foot prints pressed in snow 

neon orange sled down the soccer field hill 
red bare skin: you lost your boot in the snow 

they catch on your lashes-- blink bright midnight--
you say they taste like a mouth made of snow 

burial was soft-- as with all snowmen 
from living room watching him sink in snow

that was when we stopped loving each other
when laying with you was an angel of snow

do you remember tulips in your cheeks?
in april it wasn't supposed to snow

too heavy for rooftops-- blend into sky 
your pastel painter thumb--dipping in snow 

our father's sled with the metal runners
garage rusted & eaten by the snow 

i know you're out there waltzing in the snow
with the ghost of a flurry girl of snow