all day breakfast

how morning turns 

cheeks tart like apples

and chatter into ghosts;

how snow dusts cold

March mud puddles and powder dusts

questions caught in wrinkles

of a lady's smile; how 

we say goodbye, no more

than squirrels that dash through parking lots;

how a tree's stiff branches still wave at the gray sun,

how i feel,

and how the man in the elevator uses his dog to break 

a world of ice.