Moosetracks

Criss-crossing of disastrous sharp edged metal                 / leaning against the gray fallen sky         bracing ourselves against the cold         piling around and over our heads         tracks buried in crystalline edged snow steel against steel ending in concrete                         bone-breaking joy. leaves changing to the bone white birch (climbable only 5 out of 12)         rustled crinkling characterizing this childish play         undepressed by reality                 we sit swinging    against the northern wind    that whips but does not sting    that freezes without a chill. tough-skinned children ignorant high spirited.         it comes clumsily stumbling around encrusted prefabrication                                  rustily creaking as we startle looking wide eyed into the underbelly of the beast. out of place in the carefully constructed habitat                  play backdropped by the trees         fenced in         away from civilization its naturalness out of place in the militarized zone we three trooped together in related formation as it delicately picked its way around open mouths and eyes, gazing into foreignness - leaving innocence breathless.