EARLY WINTER for P.R. first snow fall so much white so fast I catch my breath so much new weight bearing down the old branches' fleeting colors I want to hide my eyes from the flattening astounding height of hedge keeled over in a faint in the woven dark of stems under the load of snow I see your suicide eyes look out for me--you are smiling as you always smiled from photographs you knew would be read every holiday like books of revelation like maps for the way out, the way back you wait for me to smile back whitely giving up