I watched large flakes of snow
drifting to the hard ground

in waves washing over
dragging me through an undertow

of possible crashing currents
a brief, turbulent flow

I knew it wasn’t snow
falling from sullen sky

but plant like, clumps of seeds
tufts of milkweed strands sigh

in this scarlet field
snow fell and now it rains

something asphalt black flowers
stretching from these plains

my history muddled
moments skimming puddles

sinking below
water's skin

to dark, to sky
turning in tailspin

syringe drug,
a seed, feeling

that remakes my being
that lets me remember

a computer program
a line of sloppy code

that sends me down this road
quite drunk, spinning out on black ice,

rolling over an embankment
through a cloudburst of floating seeds

flying from the car, landing in
a bed of gentle weeds