Winter Iv - Snowstorm In Michigan
Sails of snow
Hoisted
To the roar of northern wind
Wires wild
Leashed to masts
Banging like spoons on pots and pans
Sea of Earth lurching
Beneath
The creaking planks of our house
On we go
Tossed and turned
The bow of our kitchen
Cutting through slaps of whitecaps
Windows sinking
Chimney smoke whipping from the rooftops
Bushes plumed and weighed down
To their knees
With buckets bailed of snow
Swaying low
Like the last herd of wooly mammoths
Dragging themselves down the street
A march to oblivion
The storm subsides after three nights and two days
Though the trees continue to throw snowballs
On their own
We emerge
Michiganians
Terrified sailors
Transformed
To butlers and maids
Sweeping and dusting
Shoveling and chipping
The destruction
From the wrecked decks of our driveways
Signaling at dusk to one another
Through flashlight Morse code
All is well
All is well
We survived.
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