They tell us about coating
on trees.
translucent enough
to see cars slide
through intersections. Perfect mold
to sculpt bumper, park bench,
abandoned chair. Strap chains  

to ridged shoes
before stepping into the day. But nothing
beyond white fluff to kick through
like sand. We almost 

transport ourselves somewhere
else, but the storm comes
again. Lurks
behind weekends
and peninsulas. Only half the city
shuts down on Monday. Rest of us
slide down inclines
like we’re on mountains
with strips of wood strapped 

to our feet. It pinks trees over
like cherry blossoms. Thicker,
thicker, we slide off
perfect cast. To move
across an ocean
when this becomes
a distant memory.


Manahil Bandukwala is the author of Paper Doll (Anstruther Press, 2019) and Pipe Rose (battleaxe press, 2018). She is the 2019 winner of Room Magazine's Emerging Writer Award and is a Tree 2018 Hot Ottawa Voice. Her work has appeared in the Puritan, carte blanche, and Coven Editions, among other places. Find more of her work at