the winter games

a stick of
ice
falls from the stone
like tree,
a javelin of
frozen
water.
you see a squirrel
pick it up
and hurl it
through
the blue wintry
sky.
another uses
a pair of acorns
to shoot
down a slope
and rise as if on skis,
a third
holds a lit tossed
Winston, like
a torch into
the air. you can
almost hear
the cheers.