A Close Shave


Snow in sculpted swirls is laid

against the cheek of earth’s domain;

lathered foam in sun and shade

protects the stubble that remains

beneath the banks of shaving cream,

where life and breath desire to grow;

 lay the strop to winter’s seam,

and shave her close, to spring below.



frothed with steamed milk,

dream-weaver of hushed dialogue;

foam ebullition, substance suspended,

bulbous discourse of ephemeral proportion.

Whisper sweet nothings into spurious

ears;  lend your lather, spume’s

spatter, contrive, spawn