IMPROVISATION#289
FEBRUARY 18

Shuffling as if he were
on stilts yet with panache
secretly laughing
over the White Mountain
right armed with
the length of skis
a bandage over her eyes
with the outlook of a pirate
after the avalanche
hearing the swirled hissing
of the windy branches
she whistles for a world
to help give a mouth
of monitored strength
in the February sunshine
now curled into her diary.