Then I Will (Day 2,518: Take 2)

Take away all definite
articles overworn
and shaped to fold
as tightly as a cliché
in a cheap plastic frame. Throw 

leftover scraps into a tipped
over metal ash can
before flames burn
another year’s calendar
beyond recognition. Steal 

another man’s thought
after an October
snow leaves a bouquet
of unlabeled white 

traces and artificial heat.