Four ankles deep in gutter snow
For ankles deepen old footprints
Gray darkening sad
Gutter snow.

You know the bleak catalytically converted
Snow beneath
Tailpipes and dog legs
Yellowing, browning gutter snow.

Whither go whether know
dimmer glow, in gutters, no.
Deeper in the gutter go
Find the darkest place you know
Wait until the faintest
show of light
beneath the gutter snow.