Weeks, not months. We can’t be sure. You’re fifteen. Just learning winter. Drive reverse. Early March after
Once, driving through a roundabout in a blizzard, I signaled right and exited into a snowbank. The windshield cracked, and the steering wheel withdrew
Walk the shore in this gleam with me, waked by the young March wind tantalizing on our necks, the estuary’s revealed grasses green and