Saturday, January 23, 2016

Saturday commute cxxi: snowed in

   This East, this coastal mid-
   Atlantic, is dizzily packed,
   by drifts of blizzarded snow,
   whispy enough for my English
   Cocker Spaniel to bound about
   in, or deep enough to imperil
   him with drowning. But we two
   go out together, feeling every
   weather; and the local rancher,
   knowing this, came by to scoop
   us out a playing field, though
   there is no question of motor-
   ing. Where do we need to go,
   when we waken to our morning?

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