The Degree

You see footprints in the snow

I feel snow in the wind with the breath

of arctic sighs and whispered goodbyes

Talked in circles and no angles born

bricks are being carried under the scorn

of tendrils that were not always riven

When the shadows depart, vexations arrive

but the heart swells for moments given

Bottomless brown eyes beg for relief for

what causes the pain to walk on legs strong

in the light but weakened by night