The melt weeps through my knees while kneeling, fluff-
ing out the spray of pine boughs and red ribbon.
All around us the tall trees slough white casts that punc-
tuate the snow on the ground,
to the grass with a vast ellipsiad,
a word I made up on all fours now,
for the long, long race in which you will always have the
three more dots more than me.