Sense the sharp wind.
Sense the sharp wind,
glazing the metal banister,
and see how darkness comes
around the edges of the brick-rimmed
rooftop.
Sharp-edged leaves falling merge
with wind, shaking,
metal leaves skate along
the pavement; below the stairs
a girl walks.
Soon the twisted strands
of new sprouts about the greens
will wind about each other,
caught, entangled, snared, and
remain immutable. The
wind's centrifuge, which turns
till coming ice will freeze;
the last image.
— Gabriel Fenteany, January 4, 1993
