Through a cataract
pane, I see the street trapped
inside a chest cold dream.
The trees are chandeliers.
The guys are rowed and bagged
like U-Haul action figures.
The fireplace is out.
The cold could wake them all up soon.
Winter, winter! Broke the porch
and the porch pine tree. Made a glacier
from Maple Hill to Center Street.
The ice storm came on Monday.
This morning looks like Neptune.
Power in the street
is out from here to Dickson.
Listen to the oak trees
snapping all around us.
A boom booming power plant
shook us like a speaker box.
Winter, winter! Froze the pipes
and I smell like it. We threw our pizzas
on the deck when the freezer quit.
Bring me a log.
We don't want to sleep like this.