Outside and in it is a freeze.
To country & recovery, watch the news.
Shootings, the flatland breeze, mad heat.
Plays for sister bop & blues,
she is away from home. Dusty sheets
& the flightless disc. Please
make it back orright. Good Dreams are playing
here, girls writing, men are displaying
once again two emotions. What could
they want? Black death, white flight.
Scrambling to the wood
children & wife, they’ll be orright.
They’re our investment. Rinse a dish
after another. In the morning, I look forward
to shoveling. In the evening, snow.
When I come home
I shake off my boots & coat, sit by the window
with my steeping mug, and watch it glow.
