1.

One thing to do
until you can’t
is wait, foot tentative
testing for deceit

as if aligned
with some superior quiet
there at the ice’s edge

as chimneys smoke
on a little ledge above
and plasma screens
gutter, mistook for living room fires
across the lake

2.

Dolled up gunmetal
still as a mime
it stands, oblivious
contemptuous

of audience
and executing well
into the night

its meaningless small
dangerous
adjustments

Nate Klug