In place

 'The snow turns to streams of light' -Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds


 How the night can bloom
 with stripes & dots of ice -    traffic

 slow-going in the slick of things. Headlights
 seem to hold the winter

 fall in air. Graz  __ km. Silvester, I'm thinking
 of.                Fireworks early & distant in the spaces

 where mountains gap for towns. Later
 the scene is thought up
 & gone -


            (Mishearing streams for strings, the song
 moves on           in lieu of proper listening



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