March 2 - July/March

all embedded in the act-

slivers of water, only folding

to become sediment.

three feet from shore, three

feet from metallic reminders

all fanned out in foreign

tongues.

if you dropped me

from fahrenheit to celsius

and 2 to 4 wheels

twenty would perspire

all the way to sixty

but now, it's been snowing.

on the same slices of wood

untouched by flooding,

& unsurprisingly, we genuflect

but we never cross.

[note 3/5: the last stanza sucks so much, what should i do with it?  genuflect is a good word; unsurprisingly and untouched are too many "un"s in one stanza.]