White Noise

White Noise

The snow shakes its way out of the sky
when it reaches the swathes of light
cast by the tall lamps above an empty parking lot
and snow covered bats race between flakes
the blind doves of winter

shake the wind from the air like water drawn
from a fist of snow
by knuckles that glow red from the cold
and breath that escapes from the mouth
like smoky dreams from the opium den

and boot prints range across the white fields
like breasts appear spontaneously from the
white noise of adult channels children can’t order