The Snow on Pi Day

The film school windows

Are now rolling the reels of light

Of sleds on the streets, sleds on the hills

And I will try to speak

To call out to you

The snow on pi day

Was not called for at all

We wake to this light in our rooms

Universe of sky

And the deep, deep streets

Perfect and clean

I wish I was starting over

I wish I was starting a over

A sign is a sign

And the patterns of science cannot be

Be always right

In luminous mysteries in the car

We ask for this healing, we wait

For the coming of a great love

Of a great peace