Wolf Lichen

Will there be any snow
For the snow moon this year?
None this afternoon. No

News, either. The air’s clear
And warm, even for here,
For winter, and the phone

Has died you use to know
The things you didn’t know
But right now want to know—

Those little things, the weird,
Like, what is wolf lichen,
And what rhymes with lichen,

And what could you liken
This time to you once knew?