Snapped Twigs, Breadcrumbs and Booze

I drank whiskey to melt the snow
where I stumbled.
It was my guarantee
to find my way back.
I just wound up getting drunk
and forgetting where I was
going.
The sun scortched
the borders.
Its all that much closer
in the winter.
Horizontal cycloid rolls
in fast forward.
I sat
and watched
alone.