plans, maybe we didn't.
an inch of snow is a benediction, the
world made pure again; three or more
in baltimore is absolution—you're forgiven,
no need to follow through, time to disengage from
machine, stop the clock, burn your calendar, take a
two hours to cook and eat breakfast, followed by a
leave the house by four if you're ambitious,
step across to the park, borrow a sled, thrill
to gravity's tug, slowly walk back up.