The world is at it again
Making art
Of whatever supplies
It finds
Today’s efforts are all white-on-white:
From the kitchen window, an
imitation ocean, field carved
in ripples and waves by a single sculptor
From the front porch, a
multi-artist extravaganza, wind
having invited snow plows, shovels,
and the bodies of small, ecstatic children
to contribute their visions of What Should Be
The work of this world
To make beauty of what we hold
Puff Of Smoke Poems 