Monday, March 23, 2015


The Squirrelly Winter of Fate

This morning I am suppressed.
Impressed.  This morning I am
depressed, even though, an
empress, I love the rain.
Rain after rain all night
and rain off and on for
days beyond.  Or behind.
My mind is more foggy days,
solemnity, temerity, tempor-
ality.  (“No, Mom, I don’t have
a fever.”)  The current, however,
is freezing.  Currently, I mean,
my currency is frozen, and the
likelihood of an early thaw
is dim to none (with zero
arguments over dim-sum).
Oil prices are tumbling
and winter is nearly here.
Or there.     Hurrah!