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I Wish I Had Chosen To Live At the North Pole
The winter is choking me with her cold air.
She is blatantly whitening everything.
The birds are terrified they will not live through it.
School is cancelled for the ninth day in seven weeks.
I wish I was a skier. I wish I had an igloo.
I wish I had chosen to live in the North Pole.
This would seem normal then and I could feel partly responsible.
My cold-air-induced asthma is screaming for warm climate.
Three teachers who normally have some sense
Were pushing each other’s cars uphill to get out of school on Friday.
We are lucky this did not come down to three deceased teachers.
There were one hundred and fifty-seven slide offs in Kansas City.
Not counting the forty-five wrecks.
The winter is choking me, holding me hostage.
Making me re-think my choices.
But my grandchildren live here, I argue and so I stay.
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Caren Krutsinger
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