That deep spring snow
ten years ago
We stumble and fall
pushing through
the deep snow
Two trees that bend
then descend
into white drifts
I rise and push on
Slow thaw,
sunrise after sunrise,
snow on patches of grass
Spring sprouts here
sprouts there
Doorway swings
the shack; I’m gone
and yet I’m back
Offering
knock-knock jokes
to the thunder and sky
Waiting
for some reply