the sharp pierce of stars

bundled up and snow-crunch walking
on sidewalks cleared to varying degrees
in the perfmafrozen snowpacked state
where even though plowed, the streets are coated
in a layer of packed and pressed down snow
the pot of hand-harvested and processed
wild rice steaming in a pot
from which we spoon out servings
in the center of the table
at ann and kevin’s place
in the candlelight because the overheads aren’t working
how we pause
on the walk home
though the dogs are waiting
to take in the sharp pierce
of stars