"I wrote a letter to a wildflower"

In honor of David Berman's upcoming reading at Printers Ball this Friday, I thought I would attempt to write a poem a day based off/jumping off one of his poems or songs.

take 1:

line from the "The Charm of 5:30" and mood from "Spine of the Snowman

and the wind is as warm as air from a tire 

but, Dave, what wind from tires were you letting blow in your face? 

There was this winter where I dug out cars and my thumb

became the size of a gourd and then I threw used tires

into the empty alley, and listened to the ice shatter, because 

I wanted to see snowmen do that drill football players do. 

Jenny tells me using coal is bad for the environment, so she

puts plums in their sockets. In my nightmare, the snowmen 

have the coal back as their eyes and they're glowing grey. 

One swallows me everytime, and I end up in a belly,

and sitting there is Teddy, wearing a rhino's head, and smoking a pipe.