A Light Snow Through the Window

Out of all activities
to do in the world,
we choose to watch

what melts. The sugar-
frosted grass, low hills, love
of our red-brick building.

If our conversations
are jet streams, if high-
altitude, high stakes,

tension– let me
please leave and be
reborn as something cold

and forgettable.
What dinosaur wanted
to become a fossil?

In our years together
we accumulated enough
to burrow deep into

the earth. Millions
of years from now,
what some sentience

will discover is that
we were once separate.

(originally published in The Field Guide, Fall 2023)

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