Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Snow


Waiting for the Bus

traffic going my direction
is slow enough
for snow to stick on tires
cold enough
for snow to stick on road

road and tires
meet and squeak
like farting ducks

I must turn
like a weather-vane
to keep the smell
out of my face

some have windows cracked
and when the wind is right
I smell a whiff of heat
carrying coffee or smoke
or morning news
of warmer places

I am late
or the bus was early
as my tracks fill in

traffic going my direction
is fast enough
and the roofs of cars
cold enough
for the snow to wisp off
like a second exhaust
and when the wind is right
the whiffs mix in

and I must turn
like a weather-vane
to keep from
good and choking

the road is packed
and cold enough
if I shoulder checked
to send a sub-compact
into a tail-spin

the wind and snow
put on a show
I can see gusts
approaching

so that I can turn
just ahead of time
like a weather-vane
with mind enough

the road is packed
but where cars don't go
it is cold enough
for a fluffy snow
for my tracks to fill in
and fill in again

and I must turn
like a weather-vane
hope to forget
where I am going

5 comments:

Eldon and Janeil Olsen said...

Interesting poem. Makes me cold just to read it! Hope you're warmly dressed.

g said...

that was fun carl.

brenda said...

Great job on the specific images. I like it.

SMITH FAMILY said...

Nice poem Carl, did you come up with it waitimg for the bus? good job.

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