Hey Ho
Hey Ho
lost in the snow
speaking with a descendant of Robert Frost
in Derry NH
with fulsome
tiredness
and white eye
blinded
vertiginous
decay
and snowy sap of pine
breathe like cloud
of frost myrrh
a dogs tracks
leading through
the woods of gentle
quiet achingness
dopey and sneezy and doc
are rolling again
watch the zip line
ye foresters
peril betaketh
thee
in dark and gloom
by light of window
and cold of winter night