Snow

Totem poel fits thy heaven
as sky goes rotten blue
over cold desert
with fine company
to fish inside perfect circles
where penguins go to dive
whether or not you want to call it the North Pole
I was there
rounding up some clouds
springs of liquid mana for the earth
reflecting on Eskimos
and how they got 400 words for snow
when I only got me 2:
your eyes.