the missing components........ .....One gray day after another,
against the wall........ ...........................Another snowstorm.
the fruits of wishful thinking....... Deep snow that was too soft to ski on,
the sound of water.........The color of Gunter's down jacket.
for as long as I could remember......water (on the television)
into the safety of the CyberCreek....................lapping against the sides of a life raft,
brown grass on the hills... leftover mulled wine simmering on the woodstove,
in shades of black, white and tan ..............too many variables --
where black ice had formed..... "I hate my life," Gunter muttered.
his body............... "the safety of their fortified web sites," I wrote in my notebook
shimmering in the early morning light...............and then studied the intricate patterns in Winsock's fur.
in the pines, in the pines.........Gunter threw his empty glass across the room.
while the wheel spun around and around .................It hit the wall and shattered.
on the outskirts of town.......................... a flurry of rancorous activity.................... a white shirt....................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... footprints.......................... ........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................