Sound Of Falling Snow O'Er Head Poem by A.Z. McCoy

You say you know
Where ember hides behind moon and sun
You whisper in my ear
That I've languished sedentary
For too many years
And didn't slide the rhinestone blade
Quite right on stilted chair
But my basket filled with carnival life
Thumbing Dostoevsky to David
Communing a stormblaze
Through time
Read of Girl(s) with Curious Hair
And questions of The Brothers K
At bedside, in rooms across twenty years
So forgive me twice should I miss
The semaphores in your enthusiastic delight
They don't shine colors here
As you lash yourself to each passing door
The pull you can't release
As your feet carry in five directions
They don't make the sound
Of falling snow o'er head