Found Art

by Mark Belair

Drifted snow nearly buries
a yellow-striped lawn chair
left out from summer, a black dog,
left out just now, digging around it
in search, it seems, of a snow-lost, autumn-buried
bone, though all he digs up, once he hits
earth, are some hibernating grass roots
that land atop the snowpack
as if in preview of spring, neglected
chair, chance snowfall, and forgetful dog
collaborating in a carelessness
that crystallizes
into a seemingly
careful, four-season tableau.