He took the leaves from the trees that had gathered on the ground and placed them neatly in the shed at the end of the garden, where later he would study the process of autumn upon them. He would letter. At night his outstretched blood was frequently asleep before him. In time he died, in an undergraduate way. Flowers contain the grave. His private possessions he left for us waiting in the fridge. Six winters worth of snow. Canadian snow. Canadian snow in plastic bags.