time spent lost in Pueblo
my grandfather stood by my side
asking me to take him back to
his grave--I had no
good bearings and woke up cold

in other clime or strange direction
another snow had stumbled in
plants and other lovers were
dying or faded reproach--none
of my boots fit or could be found

rude elbows jostled heedless
and without apology I opened closets
or sought a room that had no walls
far from the grandpa at my side
betrayed and a silly wraith.

and I woke up cold.