Snow Already.

Already the snow has fallen
On the tops of trees
And surrounding fields.

A tractor crawls its way
Along a field with birds following
Behind like gulls pursuing a ship
At sea. You watch from a window
Of the asylum, where they’d slammed
You up, for slits wrists and attempted Ods.

You notice big black birds in tops
Of trees; black against the white
The inverse of stars at night.

Beyond the trees, traffic hums,
The way of life goes on for some,
The off-the-rails-girl unknown
To them, uncared for maybe,
Few knew, not knowing what to do,
The quacks and nurses tended needs:
Needles, drugs and ECTs.

Already the ghosts talk, the dead
Friends elbow and jeer, whisper
Four letter words inside your ear,
Yet, out there, snow has fallen
And birds fly down from some
Tree and follow the tractor
As gulls follow ships at sea.