As it must, it yields with a crunch,
this thin last blast of powder,
and like an innocent registrar,
it notes unprepared feet:
treads flat — without channels
or hope to expel April snow.
Follow the shoe prints that circle right
as if confused by the sudden flake fall:
Seems he had to scamper back indoors, to
find refuge from the bright white world
so brilliantly compressible and confused.
Ha! Did he expect life by calendar?
Rain drops to batter coats and roofs?
Rain drops coalesced into sheets
over blacktops and walkways that,
rinsed of camel-hauled rock salt,