in cahoots with a cobbler looking to sell boots
the sky white as a wall of frozen sea
mirroring a landscape towering side to side, the same
all you can do is raise yourself to your journey and shoot
the wind will cheer your efforts cynically
hawking tree or was that pine cubes?
you can laugh at cotton clad tourists unfit for even a smokebreak
charm is fur o’er leather and what a thin magic
a kettle cackles in your memory
but you’d better boogie or you’ll freeze.