More rain and seldom
seen plastic artifacts
possess another route
she takes in laughter—listening 

to Dylan does it
every time. If
she had more energy,
she would find the source 

of all tears.  A crystal
lake miles north, surrounded
by willows and a promise
weather dutifully keeps. 

She almost wishes it would
just do it—just snow. 

(Do I mention the leopard
skin pill box hat here? Or not.)