Winter Scene on Our StreetWalking a Dog in Winter

white on white on white
falling white
blowing white
drifting white
vision obliterating white

is there a dog
at the end
of this leash?

the sidewalk
a blue-green wound
in the white
slowly healing
flesh of winter
icy granulation in-filling
around my feet

the leash moves
(there is a dog!)
back and forth
searching searching searching
find the spot
find the right spot
find the only spot
but, for God’s sake,
find it soon

(By C. Eric Funston)