snow still sticks to streets

yet i sit here, immobile

lost in last night’s flakes

not one powder pic

trapped by grading papers; cats;

and bad parenting

i want these cookies

to sweeten her back five years

when she still loved me:

alas, i’ve lost her

before her fifteenth birthday

to piles of lies

stretched between then, now:

stairs that lead to nowhere, fast.

and words? lost to me.

five a.m. wake up

(even if I’m not skiing

I dream of powder)

not what i planned for:

a day with no planning time

’cause you can’t plan life

bane of existence:

four a.m. door-scratching cat

who tries to be cute

Sunday bribery:

she can visit her boyfriend

if she’ll race me down

teen travel includes:

sleeping in, hot springs, night skis:

(it’s all downhill… wins)

snowshoe to side views

all the world winter fun

to strengthen legs, souls

Saturday skirise

with wind, snow, and little lines

we won our morning

missing work’s worth it

for packed powder, fireworks,

mental sanity