The Da Vinci Cold Poem by Tom Goff

encrypts its Mediterranean
Blue #1 (Midwinter) into San Juan
Rapids. American River surf runs
dairycream: note its icy refusal to break
in the churn. Leonardo could limn water-torn
tornadoes merry-go-rounding
a barrel arch bridge, but never this
NordicTrack violence brightening
the whitecaps. Static-cling snap
of microdiamonds, emphatic
day-fireflies who’ll sigh as we do
for their slow night demise.