Flyover Winter

Opaque sighs from 

smoked-filled lungs

mingle in Winter’s sky

with curses for clouds

only holding a moment

until breaking open

in apathy’s quiet snow,

as white blankets hide

seams of patched roads

and overlapping lives.

Hands hold bent heads

trying to read palms

to understand destiny

and why it skipped over

their cracked leather skin

with dreams of escape,

but sidewalk blurs to sky

and hopes for wings

are distant as Spring.