If you can imagine
a stack of newspapers
cut into small squares, placed into a fire
the ashes might rise in a spiral
up and away from us
small ghosts
If you have ever chased snowflakes
walking across a park
catching them on your face and shoulders
you know that for every dozen you catch
there are hundreds that race by you
powdering the ground under your feet
If you know the sound of
almost daybreak
standing in front of a vacant doorstep
with no answer to your knocking
then you will remember that the sun will come up soon
but the day won't bring you anything at all
reQuest 2018