i.

Ice, or as if fog

has fallen to the ground so dark diamonds of road

glint between the yellow boxes –

a stylized videogame fall to follow –

we would be turning in the weatherless air    it would be not

unlike the feeling as I emerge from this underground carpark

thinking        about how Alpine the Londis had seemed

with its mezzanine,

snowmelt pooling off everyone’s boots on to the tile –

is this a real thing or not     does wet ground

magnify noise – like that clamour

I associate with the unwinding

of wool, scarves & hats

scares & warnings

ii.

we have said so much   already, about twin headlights

            so I am all about first sun       heavy dawns

how what may have been icicles

            were actually shreds of plastic

bellied or hammocked     in the ink of the branches

iii.

there’s

something shady

about this camera

when I photograph

the road

boughs reach

as if to entwine

overhead                       (& they are not doing that in real life)