IMPROVISATION#181
UNDER THE SNOW FLAKES

In her fur coat
     rushing home
  dropping everything
shopping before the storm
    breaks all records
 up at Beacon Hill
transfiguring time
   by the Golden Dome
 walking by the Charles
 seeing a few waves
        and  shadows of flying geese
  and other birds
she returns home
   watching the snow flakes
   from her casement window
by a fire place
   and reads these words.