not the kind that heralds frozen waterways,
an eleven-city race on skates, but a change
on the cheek, a white sky smile.
Slow mist and snow, gulls
glissade low over the canals,
grey-on-grey then gone.

wide onto feathered white, lacing
branch by branch into city time.
To be consumed by this pale
portrait, where all is stillness
save for our two forms, slow, slow
under layers of white then gone.

โ€˜February On the Herengracht*โ€™ (Cipher/AMS, October 2018)


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Photos by Hollis Kurman

* Canal in central Amsterdam