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