January 7 (personal)

 

Snow’s been in the air

all day, it’s the rumbling

of a car

or from the mountain, go

figure, just slow down

and dry your laundry

on the craziest night of

the year when once you may

have cried about mushrooms

or whatever they’re called

the bitter fingers of 

the icy fingers of a waking

the way you say This is warmth

here we rock and bathe together

here before it’s over

a refrain, a referendum to tumble over

Chat with lonely ghosts in your area

see if they are concerned