Saturday, February 09, 2013

Winter Poem

The near silence after a storm,
punctuated by children shouting
on the street out front. People
shoveling snow into white mounds;
gray breath balloons in a winter cartoon strip.
Great instances of living according to a plan.
Achieving something like moving snow
to the bottom of the stairs. Look at the sky,
we are thrusting through space as a bus rattles by
with chains on its rear wheels.

1 Comments:

Blogger joanna said...

Nice!

8:26 PM  

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