Breaking apart :this calendar
half as if memory, half
still exploding though the paint

reeks from weather vanes
and rain, last seen
mixed with snow

--without your glasses
you can't make out if the wind
will dry in time

and a second coat already warms
the way you keep track
by lifting rugs, tables, chairs

--you need the pieces :lids
that will flare up
shake off their cracks

with each brush then back
till nothing ages
even with the window open.