Twelve lies told, the door
opened into late winter. Katherine,
with her eyes
closed
tightened her shawl and counted
breaths in between the
patio and the station. Cold
headlights
unevenly on
the snowflakes, pale
blue sky on the bank
advertisement; crows hid
songs in the northern lights. The beads
on her necklace
came
together like gears as
I
came to watch the past disappear.