The Welcome Arches
THE WELCOME ARCHES
Still three miles to go, storm’s approaching
City’s gone in a white-out
Fasten collar, pull down hat, shrink inside coat
Snow cloud like a cold-steel razor
Slices into my bubble of warmth
Lean into the wind, eyes like slits,
Face is pained, nostrils frozen
Cars swirl past sideways
Road, sidewalk, field, all obliterated in white
Lost in an icy sea of razor sharp particles
Past ditched cars with still-turning wheels
Their drivers’ footprints already gone
No sense of direction - alone
Then to the left, the golden arches of McGonald’s
Peer faintly at me through the cloud. I am glad.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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