Winter’s Leftoverssnow bones are resting wet, flat straw fieldsa million empty sunflower shells for crowsto pick tidbits fromhungry blue jays swarm amidst toothpick skies to pokefrozen lake still still no wind to hold breath(e) outchainsaw in the distance hot rooibos warms, eases cold knucklesbook dust dusty poemsGeorge Saunders’ Vigil too shortgrey cotton muffles, occludesrainbow colors…