Winter Scene

a poem by Anthony G. Amsterdam

Everything is canceled: schools shut,

airports down, cars on the Interstate and

Bypass nothing more than menthol butts

ditched by bored, impatient

winter gods that wait their turn,

stamping snowy boots in cemetery

parking lots. Another flurry

makes their dead-white faces churn.

Old people will die tonight,

drool lichening their chins

in hobo towns and hospitals

where backup power stalls

and pale necrosis spins

arachnid webs. A strobing light

marks the crash scene of an ambulance

whose shattered driver never had a chance.

Color disappears. The sky is blinding silt.

And suddenly we know

deep in the mind=s cold floe

how transient is this world we’ve built.

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