what we talk about in your made up room

tight

it's harder to

cross-country-ski

more so than run

single

knee over

single

knee over

knee

draped in

say, I adore,

say, Easy,

fishing hooks

thumb tacks

clothes pins

say isn't this

these easy steps

this fast pace out

onto the yard

of visual pieces

say, you say,

here, eat this,

it's mere skis,

meager shuffle

when I look down

the plane of snow is

all white, all over,

without

the image

of blades (grass)

I try rather triangles

rather cross hill

drag snow

over snow

I make no more nor less nothing