1 Probability rises. 2 Happenstance closes in like dark clouds. 3 Summer’s slow in coming, 4 and time becomes something foreign 5 for a cold-while longer. 6 7 Empty boardwalks, 8 abandoned homes, 9 and everybody suffocates 10 in their own matter 11 as snow ceaselessly falls. 12 13 Down in rag-and-bone alley 14 feel the patter of rabbit feet 15 running like fleeting time: 16 a clock hung on a wall 17 of a foreclosing home. 12.21.9