By the fire

What is a bagel? 

Is it the surprised light tan column

Sitting on my plate? 

Or is it the sky blue sneaker 

That my dog took. 

Maybe it’s just a bagel 

A few years ago 

It used to snow all winter 

Now it snows just half

He swooped over the tunnel,

Catching air

He grabbed the tip of his board,

Illuminated by city lights

He expertly landed on the mountain,

Traveling between trees 

Bounced across snow