First Death in Winter
New snow’s a Winter tale
written out in shorthand.
Where deft paws notarized
Where deft paws notarized
a path to the trees
our weighted bouquet of New Year’s balloons
wind-dragged across.
I turn my attention back to the table
where you sometimes sat.
Week-old white tulips sag in the vase.
where you sometimes sat.
Week-old white tulips sag in the vase.
I carry them to the sink,
spent petals
