Codes

Start with words
pick up their sticks
make a now-man.

                          No eyes yet,
                          maybe the garden grackles
                          will peck out some.

Life at this hour needs a password.
There are boxes to tick, negotiations
to be made
with an ill-defined self.

                          It's morning already
                          the sun is glaring blue
                          on the hard silent snow.

Going to need a key that perfectly fits
                                 a gated community,
a playground, a parking lot, a dog park,
                                 any door that opens
       all those dark spaces hidden inside
unlit clouds,

and at this time

                            there are no further
                                        instructions
                                            available.

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