Flurry

love like cards or air
is about folding

some snow transcribes air
up with gusts or rides
across the night on a breath

she was drunk
and went outside to
wait for the car

I knew she was
in love with me
when she called
and asked me to wait
with her

and I knew
when I went

and sat next to her on the curb
she said

Anna I want a baby
and I said grinning
you should quit your job

the car came and
down the street was a
sign for psychic face readings

I thought it
seemed unfair

understanding
that wanting
a woman
so folded
on herself

is as inconsequential

as fiercely loving
a piece of snow
that grows
warm before
it lands