Cantos

Last night, before falling into Pound's goddamn Cantos for a while, I stepped outside to empty the recycling bin and saw that a little snow-dust had fallen, earth made more quiet than usual, soft lamplight from the basement and the sounds of street traffic faint and cupped. Later, a wind started to howl across it all, and kept on howling right up through breakfast time this morning. When my cub said her oatmeal was too hot I said "You're right!" and placed her bowl on the back porch for thirty seconds and watched steam twist up and away.