STATIC
Ryan Murphy
if I look at her where the light comes to rest so many blue flecks
--Marcelin Pleynet
Plash of snow
the house
shuts you out
drifts against the screen
window, waking in the dark
voices from the courtyard
television antennas
in the wind and still
the snow
is falling you are standing
before the window
streetlight in the socket
of an eye
small square of light
across the bed the gray sky
brighter than white