The dayit was cold verycold and
dampMichigan fallsleeten route
to wintry mixslaps wetwetbut not hard.
The dayit was coldwas to youbanal as pie.
Five years past the dayverycoldI thought
I’d honoryouthe dayit wascold
honor itwith remembrancebut then
not:I forgetthe hourjust as it slips
once recordedin poetryin text
on asymptotesthe nearly there&
not quite&almost if possibletext
on asymptotesI forget:the cold
the very dayit was coldand quiet
morninggently approachingaxis x.