The Snow Day I Remember

Strung lights
and she stares through
me–
between snowflakes.
gelid air freezes
time
pop-tart aubade,
for
she did not
sleep
well last night.
distrait–
snowstorm or
tv?
pillows piled in
floor for
pile of
children.
verboten tv
wins.
time moves forward
in
a box now.
and then
stands
still once
again
as trail
of white
smoke
fills screen…
Challenger exploded.
when she falls
asleep
I take down
the lights.

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Comments

  1. says

    The ending of this poem holds its force.

    To me, the remarkable thing about every disaster such as this is how we go on, how the mundane controls, how we pick up and continue with whatever we were doing because we can do nothing else except try to but never forget.

  2. says

    Linda and L.L.–

    Yes, you made me smile. Who encouraged us to keep a word cache? Mine was getting a bit hefty, so I thought I’d shed a few…
    cool, huh?

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