Moves of Little Consequence Ending with a Groundhog

The rubber on the sidewalk
has completed self-actualization.
No more ambivalence
and not afraid of the dark.

One by one these flakes
strike the windshield.
Confused paratroopers
behind enemy lines.

If you stay out too long
in the snow your hands
will get icesolated.
Our five-year-old says
just in case we’ve forgot.

I follow white rivulets
of toothpaste down the drain.
Happy my lover’s kiss
leases space in my mouth.

O woodchuck please forgive
all the so much we ask of you.
Responsible each year
for the music and the keg.