For my best friend, all of my love.

For once, the city is still, soft;
quiet, but for the crunch of snow
under my boots. I’m chasing ghosts,
hoping the powder will make them
corporeal and let me follow
their footprints beyond Broadway.
I jump the fence at the park,
following echoes to twist and fall back
down, down, to sink beneath the waves,
the sand, the snow closing over
eyes that don’t see, that aren’t here,
because suddenly it is night
and night becomes day on a mountain peak
eons away, and the snow angel at my side
is Blonde and Bright and Breathing
beneath evergreen trees,
laughing in shorts and matching tennis shoes.