Cloth: To preserve modesty, etc. “out of respect.” The absence of more jarring over any transparent space, allowing clean lines of light over old and pure snow. Softening snow, still throwing light with that old sparkle. Consider losing your memory to find something again. The flame, for example. Here it might be, despite the serial screens and dust on our tires.


Cloth: Covering stacks of paper, crushed tin, potatoes in a basket, rice and beans. Dull green falling and flowering in scatters, playing ugly like a plastic clarinet, revealing single yellow flame staircase pushing down. Young shine of covering in sleeping creases.