we walked along trails
that a rainstorm’s snails
colluded upon
in amateur evasion
of crystals settling
on faceless roads.
ice is a blessing
we never expected,
in sweet tea, bathtubs
and documentaries.
gum-stained cement.
it can host the saddest
of bumper car marathons
and unimpressed girlfriends.
but every now and then,
a pair of pinballs
finds their way,
and takes the arcade.