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