WINTER STREET

What lives
on branches
is a few breaths away
frozen on geraniums
discovering landscapes
of chill cheated gardens
as snatched up winds
on raw whispers
remember a second self
shaping a figurine
on the windowpane shelf

A sunflower child
wanders on Winter Street
on the cold pavement
her feet are bone stiff
in the frozen underground

She walks to the Atlantic
jumping over the mounds
of snow on the Common
by history's dusting shadows
and thick flakes
justice collecting
in her blue blood prey
wanting to feel green again
to kindle spring.