We Discovered A Variety of Odd and Small Deaths

a mile out on the ice—
mousedeath, hawkdeath,
crowdeath / smudge of color
the sound of ice water
enough to crack our looks.
What lattice works to provide ambiance
to the yard you remember?
What melts curious precisions from ice?
A single-prop drones far off like an interstate.
I perceived the blister of your isolation
swell with unnatural animal fluid.
I watched you ascend your hallucination—
you preferred minutes spent realizing.
Can I rescind the pale glimmer of your shoulders
from my catalogue of wants
although you are in sight?
You are the form the sky is against.
Birds flit untangled
in your apple hair.
Water mirth spring-floods
out your careless mouth, your arms bracketed
small deaths, cubdeaths, avalanched, thawed.
Snow burial repealed a summer set on decomposition,
then autumn built itself
on the bones of unraveling bodies.