stuck in a snowbank
with nothing in the trunk
but my butterfly net

the carillon ringing
snowflakes
into the Eternal Flame

night falling
and nothing written
but five bitter lines

back home
to snowprints -- someone's
come and gone

in my shabby room
on the dusty palm
sun

 
 
 
 
Saturday night
bath running & the hockey game
in overtime

out the window
on a ladder -- the cableman
blurred by blizzard

on black ice
the ridiculous dance
before my ass lands

the queen too
on our stamps
a little older

waking with a start
to quiet --
moonlight floods the room