not just yet

the snow returns to us
from silvered skies
as a great exhalation
unfurling winter
when will we forget
to blanket the world
with clarity and the
full breath of dreams
not just yet

the great vehicle

was it the gas or the breaks
you embraced during the accident
flying into the great vehicle
crumple zone unfolding
unrelenting death
was your breath “not just yet”
or “thank you”