2/4/08 Feathery

The trees are all feathery
with silver hoarfrost,
and as the day warms up
it sprinkles down to the ground.
It's very magical and surreal,
but still all I can think of
is my sister

cooking bacon in a sequined bikini,
bumping her gigantic Las Vegas headgear
into the cabinets and the oven hood
while her family watches on,
expectant but patiently amused,
waiting for some bacon.