deep ridges
    in my fingernails
        autumn rain

Christmas Eve —
bits of a price sticker
stuck to my finger

trespassing —
a swirl of leaves
around my ankles

starry night
the queue for skates
moves slowly

midnight sun —
we leave our sauna quarrel
in the icy lake

cold rain
     slicks the café tables
her lips at his ear

a girl wandering
in the year-end crowd
her white cane

dogwood winter
the waterfall plummets
into a ring of ice

onto my face
snow that started falling
before the stars appeared

deep winter
where have I lost
the third hubcap