Now in this distant winter landscape
those various positions
come back to me
smooth like the trees
and the angels
music in the sky:
break-dancing and singing
hallelujah
one way or another
how could you have rejected him
the great and the good
seeing nothing
mist rising
until the laughter became too loud
and you became haunted
by ghosts of words spoken too soon
coming back to you
back to you
back to you
over and over