La Nullité Trompe-l’oeil

We are tedious.
Pardon our folly
Writing of folly.

In an instant, snow
Small and fine as ash,
Cold, white, wet, fine ash

Responds. No pardon
Can come from the world
That isn’t human,

Offering only
Further weather. Fine.
Don’t pardon folly,

Bury us in blank.
Snow is tedious.