The Burning Of Mint In New England

burning mint is
the worst hurt of
All and
I run outside
but the house is

There is a wind at my heels but that does not necessarily
mean that
I am going
any place

I am thinking of New England,
Because Ice is mint
And that Is why--

It is not the house that is on
Fire: the trees,
sky; mewling gulls wheeling and all the
dusty birds of brush and
wood. Cold is best for
huntsmen. Crackling
rifles. Harriers
Puffing mint-flavored
clots of breath

at air.

I am as the
grouse. And pheasant.

And the sound that is as burning mint is the emptiness of icestorm and
mirror after gun