I began writing this last week, as we were expecting another ice storm then. That one was bad, in the South and further West. Just a lotta pissin' warm rain up here.
Mebbe tonight'll be more fun!,
Ice Storm
We’ve some fearfulness,
We’ve some safe feelings,
Buffets make old wood joints creak
As the black wind throws ice rain in a mess
About our strong and sturdy house,
Our windows may glaze,
Our power’s blacked out,
And without lights or views,
We’ve darkness all about
The boiler’s gone off,
Yet our warmth’s coming on,
We’re happily dressed in clothes we’ve not got on, as,
Between fresh laundered flannel sheets,
Your nakedness is all my heat
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