In a palace
for the dead,
a topiary

This has been sitting around as a draft for months. I can't remember why I was holding it. Waiting for warm weather, maybe?

Cold snap-
a last hurrah
for my wool socks

Dinner with friends-
empty bottles
a forest in glass

Grey morning-
a girl
walks backwards

Half moon:
I'm still too small
for Ozymandias' plan

The sunbeam
does not fall
on the rug

Infinity is a woman
drinking tea
in the stars

Snowfall-
her taillights fade

Angry ghosts-
the wind
in the eaves

Freeway-
a benevolent god
carries me home