The Snowed Inn

 

Let’s pretend there are 2-ft drifts up

against the door and it’s still coming down

 

with the temps in single digits and

a wind chill of only-God-knows-what

 

instead of the mere inch of powder on

the sidewalk that has closed the schools

 

and sent even the lactose intolerant sliding

off into ditches racing to the store for bread and milk.

 

--rLp--