The Ice Maker
Tap water hisses up the tube
In an esoteric spurt
And silently pools in the tray
With an equally mute squirt
Then crack a brack like everyday
More ice cubes in the tray
I know nobody has turned on
The ice machine today
It certainly was never me
It’s 35 outside
And Christine could have not done so
March requires no iced drinks
The cats are playing coy, of course
I asked and not a mew
There’s mystery afoot today
And I have yet to get a clue
Look, there’s water at the kitchen door
See it slides across the floor
To right before the fridgidaire
Where frozen things get stored
And, down the outside kitchen steps
New snow tracks have been made
They traipse the walk and cross the yard
Where to The Snowman stands unbowed
As a jest we made him yesterday
When the sky was cast in cloud
We’ve a clear blue dome above us now
And the sun shines high and proud
It melts my heart to know of one
Who can’t welcome warm Spring
I’m powerless to change his World,
Or hush what Nature soon may sing
Retreating in to where it’s warm
I’m heartsick of his fate
Then crack a brack like everyday
I see compassion’s way
I took the tray and cubes to him
I laid them round his feet
And said to him, soul without out sin
Pray these forestall the heat
