Over College Hill

Every window on the hill
reflects sky breaking
over buildings back
to the other side of the world

Shadow sun-dials across
dormitory asphalt,
this long path every day

Snow melts in droves down
concrete riverbeds glistening
crystals in the gray

Afternoon heaves up the hill
across rows of houses
which are tiny airplanes
caught in floodlights

Every year I squint at the city
sitting out on the balcony
studying March
waiting for the poem to come.