The Thaw

spring comes to new england so late we no longer expect its arrival

and the curious motorcade watches police and medics pace a stretcher emerges from the scene a body hidden in a sheet like michelangelo we are asked to cover the profanity

our most fragile things lie hidden in winter snow until all at once it recedes like a sheet the smooth glide of our cars killed by a pop smack shatter

in the new stillness we fumble for our glasses for anything to make it all clearer