I saw a man
Living on the streets
As Fall turned into Winter

He had no feet
Legs, what’s left of them
Tucked into a rusty chair

There is a sickness
Deep and hard
Don't look in
There is a sickness


(revised from 1997)

be with me
as it ends
as it slowly covers us
leaving all in ice

stand alone
being alone
fear alone

lost at night
reaching out
seeking
trying to return
with looking
back

pretty green
covered in snowy white
smothering everything
covering up the mistakes
and eating them away slowly
as the water seeps in

Flow together down to the ocean
Spreading across the endless waves
Drifting into the deeps
Crossing the boundless waves
Settling into openness