things that happen in winter

the white dog conjured
the ghost
across a dry pool.
a speech is given
by a politician
with no sense of smell
no nose
he was the only one
who seen it.
ice has frozen in there now.
it’s the first ice. and
a bird has turned into
nothing but string
in the street. it is a violent
memory, her
form. twine.
a skeleton of twine
and the politico’s
echo, the trees like
tattered ship sails,
her wings out, still not
string
and held up
by the very coldness