like

let it come like
snow like the breeze
like the air blowing
in from the furnace

let it come like
breath like blinking
like an empty car
warming on a cold day

let it come like
microwave cooking
like blood like melting
snow on the roof

let it come like
branches drooping like
a phone's ring like
skin turning to dust

let it come like
a grey sky like drifting
snow like a plow's
roar and rattle

and let it go like
demands and derivitives
like a mind
just not knowing

                                             — Jefferson Hansen