Spotty memories 

of late nights and brutal dawns 

that swept time away 

The water swirls down

the drain along with any

sense of certainty 

Let the oligarchs 

quiver on their sacks of gold

as flames build from sparks  

As the sun rises 

the stars fade back to reveal 

a fiery dawn sky 

Snow devils dance and 

sing a wicked winded tune 

like shattering ice 

Digging for treasure

but halfway down you will find

you have dug a grave

Grackles for robins 

and snow for sunflowers til

Earth goes round again