Snow Light

By Peter Halstead

In the graying, vague November day,
In the grimy unspecificities
That push the sun away
From certain unspecific cities,

In a nightmare of realities
I dream, possibly the purpose,
Filled with failure and disease,
Of unsettled states like this,

Of that moment in a forest when
The unclear world is real again.

Rue de Varenne
October 20th, 2005